The apron, the owl, and the turkey's revenge

Woop woop woop! I finished my swap apron for the Apronista's Spring Swap. The instructions were a spring-themed apron, and my swap partner likes pink. I bought the flowery fabric last summer and this seemed like the perfect project for it. It's a lightweight seersucker floaty kind of fabric. I did some embroidery too, because That's What I Do. And then I remembered these rose buttons I have had tucked away for a while. Let me check my list . . . apron swap, CHECK!


Yesterday afternoon my neighbor Bjorn (Not His Real Name) came over and told me to grab my camera and follow him, and I'm nothing if not obedient, so I reached for Rick's camera (he has the fancy one) and trooped out the door. It was well worth it, because their owl was posing in his oak tree and the sun was hitting him perfectly. (Maybe it was the girl owl, who knows.) We have Maggie (Not Her Real Name Either) to thank for these photos, because she noticed Mr. or Mrs. Owl when she was taking Biscuit (do you have to ask?) for an afternoon walk. There has been a pair of barn owls living in this tree next to their barn for years and years now, but they aren't always so accomodating of our photography efforts. We wanted to see her pick off the lizard, but our nature fantasy wasn't fulfilled this day.


Chapter 3. The Turkey's Revenge. You will be oh so glad I don't have photos for this part. I have a sort of love-hate relationship with our wild turkeys. OK, maybe more of a dislike-hate relationship. I do like them when they are in Bjorn and Maggie's pasture, but when they flock down into my back yard, I do everything I can to shoo them out. I am not proud of this, but I have been known to fire my Daisy Red Ryder in the air to let them know I Mean Business. I don't think it scares them too much, because they are back every evening. I keep thinking they might learn something along the lines of "Hey, every time we come in this crazy lady's yard she shoots at us and runs at us flailing her arms and sics her dogs on us. Maybe we shouldn't come back" but so far that hasn't happened.

And now it gets worse. See, the turkeys go to bed with the chickens (not literally) so they tend to be awake hours earlier than I am in the morning. And they have decided to mess with me. I stepped out the front door to find the world's biggest turkey dropping right in front of the door. I know that was No Accident. In fact, I am pretty sure I heard some turkey snickerings from around the side of the house. I think I understood one of them to cackle "Wait till she sees what we did to her toothbrush while she was asleep."

That was actually yesterday morning. And I haven't been able to sleep yet. Yet another night of sitting in the porch rocker with my Daisy Red Ryder across my lap.

Ahh, country life.