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Turkey in the straw Ha Ha Ha

On Black Friday, we woke to the sound of a turkey dance.

They came from the woods, gathered in the sun, and thumbed their little beards at us from the cornfield next to our cabin.

Still a little doped up on tryptophan from our Thanksgiving feast, we gathered at the window to watch them play.

Turkey in the straw. Ha Ha Ha.

All hepped up on the sweet taste of freedom, they partied in honor of their national holiday. They looked like middle school students lined up in the gym on a Friday night; the Toms strutted, the hens preened and they all flirted a bit with their wattles and snoods. It took a while for the actual dancing to begin.

The cocky ones looked up disdainfully a time or two, having caught a movement from behind the cabin window. Nobody likes a chaperone.

Still jammied up, I stuck my feet in borrowed slippers, stepped out on the front porch, poked my head around the chimney and tried to snap a photo or two.

This irritated them in a noisy, OMG-do-you-have-to-do-that-now way, so I left them alone.

The birds prattled on, gossiping about the season and supremely happy we hadn’t gobble, gobbled them.

 

Turkey in the straw beautiful morning

Black Friday dawned all sparkly white.

Turkey in the straw turkeys take over

We knew this because the turkeys told us so as they gathered loudly in the field next to our cabin.

Turkey in the straw dance

They looked like middle schoolers lined up at a dance.

Turkey in the straw closeup

Ever see a turkey do the chicken dance?

Turkey in the straw hokey pokey

They did the hokey pokey and they turned themselves around. 

Turkey in the straw turkey dinner no. 1

We did some celebrating too. In fact, this year we enjoyed two Thanksgiving dinners. One as a Packer game tailgate…

Thanksgiving 2015 088

…and one at the cabin the next day.

Turkey in the straw turkey dinner

Too soon?

 

 

 

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About Molly B and Me

Welcome to Molly B and Me! This is a blog written by a 50-year-old mother of four with help and recipe contributions from her 16-year-old youngest daughter. Follow us as we struggle with our six-foot by 2-foot garden that has never really grown anything but turnips. We like to spin a yarn, but we can't knit at all. We're pretty good cooks, which works out well because we like to eat. We're avid sports fans and we especially enjoy football. We'll introduce you to our neighbors, including Connie the Cookie Lady and Macy the three-legged dog. Check back for recipes and tips.

Posted on December 2, 2015, in Holidays, Thanksgiving, Thanksgiving stories, Thanksgiving traditions, Uncategorized and tagged , , , , , , , , . Bookmark the permalink. Leave a comment.

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