The summer sun was rising and my smiling neighbor seeing me in my front yard whispered for me to come look ldquo What rdquo I whispered back intrigued She pointed to a wind chime on her front porch where a tiny teacup of straw rested atop a metal rung ldquo A hummingbird rsquo s nest rdquo she whispered ldquo See the babies rdquo The two beaks tiny as pinpricks were barely visible as they pointed upwards ldquo They rsquo re waiting for the mother rdquo We stood there marveling I raised my cell phone to snap a picture ldquo Not [... more]

Do you know what a group of turkeys is called I didn rsquo t Had to look it up It rsquo s called a rafter Why am I writing about turkeys Because I rsquo ve just returned from a weekend at a mountain cabin Each day I marveled at the train of turkeys parading past our porch I rsquo d never been turkey-watching before They scratched fiercely with spectacular talons Then they hunted and pecked at the ground Eating I assume This was my first turkey-observation time so I rsquo m not positive The scrawny scrubs in the area didn [... more]