The immediate SwampFamily arrived home today for the Christmas dinner. SwampSon smoked a turkey. Not Thanksgiving, but an anonymous store-bought turkey. Thanksgiving is still attempting to stalk magnificently around the yard, but his tail feathers are getting a bit tattered. It is hard to get a good stalk on when the tail feathers are all tatty. At sunset, Thanksgiving stalks back to the pen he shares with a rooster or two who want to share the safety of the pen at night and a turn at the ever filled bowl of food.
It was wonderful having both my mom and little brother here. It had been about 35 years since we had last all had a meal together.