It has been one thing after another of things that need to get done…work, appointments, the stuff of life. Last evening, after a day of mostly overcast, off and on rain, a few sun breaks and repeat – the partly clearing sky and brisk breeze beckoned Karl and I to Wayfarer’s Park to walk by the lake.
Whitecaps, wind in the trees and temperatures cool enough for a warm jacket made for a fitting start to September.
Evening at Flathead Lake.
I can’t help myself…I keep taking photos of them…
I am not that fond of the darn turkeys but they can be pretty funny. The smallest chicks walk a bit and then skitter across the ground at high speed. Even the chicks are not that attractive… And I question their intelligence. They hang around here, cross near the house where the big dog and big cat live…their only salvation is their ability to fly….and the fact that plucking one vs buying one all ready for the oven holds no allure for me…
Wild Turkey(s).