The first good omen for the day was opening my eyes and seeing stars! Then, while it was still dark, I looked out the west windows and saw the setting moon...huge, full, and bright orange...breathtaking. And now the sun is shining!!
As I look past the computer screen toward the south pasture, I see a roving gang of young tom turkeys parading past. My neighbor Dennis has dubbed them the Mafia Crew, as they are sometimes accompanied by an older Don. There are usually five or six boys that band together every year just prior to mating season. They practice their moves in front of each other like teenagers, strutting their stuff, spreading their bronze tail feathers and gobbling loudly. "Whaddya think, Bro...pretty impressive, huh?" The hens are still playing shy, and it won't be until later that the boys will start thumping their wing tips on the ground to get the girls' attention. My friend Doris and I sat in her front yard one year and watched two overaged lotharios do their darndest to prove they still had what it takes to get a girl as they spread their tails with missing and bent feathers and beat their wings like Ringo on a bad day...and the targeted hen continued to search for seeds, pointedly ignoring them. They finally took the hint and walked together slowly down the road, tails drooping, two old men dreaming of one last hurrah.
Sunshine after a few days of rain is the perfect antidote for cabin fever. It's gonna be a great day!