We got lots and lots of rain over the past few days. The weather report promised and delivered. I think we are above average for this time of the year, which really helps given the parched drought conditions we have been in. The meteorologists always have to warn that just because we've gotten a bit of rain doesn't mean the three-year drought is over, lest some people erroneously think a few inches means water restrictions will end. Nope. Not yet.
rain passes, we head out for some good long walks in the neighborhood.
All the grasses have turned back to their beautiful greens, and the
birds are busy looking for food in the new shoots.
we walked on and came to the little goat-pig-cow-turkey-chicken farm. I
noticed that the little piggy was no longer in the pen. It was a
friendly little thing, always coming grunting over to us when we walked by, maybe looking
for a little food or a bit of a scratch behind the ears. Oh well, it is
Thanksgiving season, I suppose someone may be having some piggy for
dinner. Then, we rounded the corner just in time to see a large turkey
being held by its feet, upside down ready to be slaughtered. Our eyes
met. I bolted and ran ahead with my hands over my ears. I didn't want to hear a
sound, and I didn't.
Damn, timing is everything.