I looked out the window just a bit ago to see a not very pretty head, on a not very pretty neck pass the shrub just outside my window. Quick as I could I grabbed my camera. On those long legs, finding nothing of interest on the snow or on the now bare brown lawn they were moving along. I got one picture anyway.
Now and then I see wild turkeys when I'm driving but I have never seen them on this lawn before. They are BIG birds. I am always thrilled when I see them because when I grew up I understood that wild turkeys were nearly extinct. The first ones I saw were in Indiana about twenty-five years ago. Now, of course, they are all over the country -- or a large part of the country. It was the same with deer. There were none near the Indiana farm where I grew up, but later on, when I was married and living in the east, I sometimes when home to visit my mother and we would go to the near-by state part around dusk to look for deer and often saw them. Now I know deer are all over and cause traffic accidents often. I still get a warmth in my heart when I see a wild deer.
I understand the ecology and the way farming has changed in America, and that that has led to growth of more woods than there used to be, more wild places for wild creatures. But here, of course, these are wild creatures wandering around very populated areas. This was a delight today that seeing half a dozen robins combing the now uncovered (from snow) lawn was not.
Yes, this is a quilt. I didn't make a note, but I believe it is by the well-known art quilter Barbara McKie and that the bears are thread painted. It seems very appropriate as winter set in around the county.
The mid-70s are a surprise! Part of me remains in the 50s -- age, I mean, not decade of 20th century. It's a joy ride, new experiences land in my lap and I've become a better quilter, poet, writer than I expected. It's a rich life for a person never rich financially. Hey, this is what the mid-70s are like!