Yeah, nothing more needs to be said of your day. Here in L.A. we are bombarded by news of yet another seeming domestic situation that ended in 6 dead and closing down the streets in Santa Monica, just a few miles from my home. Since I have always turned my bad feelings inward, I am absolutely unable to even understand how one could hurt innocent people thru their insanity. I wish I could pet a chicken right now. Sweet Jo
It was a weird day in my corner if the world too but coming here soothes my soul...that Gibson. His smile lights up everything doesn't it?
That is one fine turkey. I hope he's a pet and not dinner.
I wonder what it feels like to be a turkey and have someone stroke your wattle? That's got to be strange.
I'd be Mrs. Poop if I was standing that close to Mr. Peep.
Sweet Jo- We pet our chickens every chance we get. They do not exactly like it but we do. It is soothing. I wish you could do the same.Angella- He's like a damn Christmas tree, that boy. So is Owen, really, but he won't let me get his picture like that very often. NOLA- God yes. He's a pet. Believe me. Steve Reed- Turkeys are somewhat alien if you ask me.Heartinhand- Well, he is behind a fence. So there is that.
I think Owen might like this, it makes me laugh in sympathy - love when the guy can't keep going cause he's laughing so much :) http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Q9zvgcOrTtw
Nice turkey! And that rooster of yours isn't any slouch either.
Tell me, sweeties. Tell me what you think.