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Ode to Butter, Happy thanksgiving

11/28/2019

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I was thinking of you.

Here’s our bounty, two eggs collected this morning from hens that visited our place and decided to stay. The plant sprigs are from our yeard, Nandina domestica, one of the few botanical names I remember from Botany class.

That’s the extent of home-grown around here. I joined the rank and file who harvested at Costco.

You probably won’t have time to read this on Thanksgiving Day. Right now, our turkey’s in the oven, and I’m taking a break. I wanted to tell you I’m thankful for you.
And I have decided on my next year’s Thanksgiving celebration: An Oregon excursion to photograph wild turkeys.

Forget the turkey in the oven.

Who do you suppose brought the first turkey to the first Thanksgiving meal?

Wild turkeys live in our area. We saw them in Hawaii too, and, when we lived in Marcola, right outside Eugene, Oregon, we had one old guy who was turning silver.

On occasion in Marcola, we would see a small gaggle of turkeys, along with the neighborhood peacock traveling together, him adding elegance to the tribe.

That was a forested area, and it was fun seeing a momma hen and her chicks scrambling up and embankment, and slipping under a fence while the momma did a flyover.

Turkeys and peacocks and I go way back, for we have another neighborhood peacock here in Junction City—but haven't seen him for a few weeks. I trust he’ll be back probably after he grows out new feathers. The last time I saw him, he was tailless.

In Temecula, California,  I fed turkeys for our landlord for a few months before we moved away, and they would send up a choirs of gobbles when they heard my voice. A few got themselves in trouble, though, greeting a coyote by sticking their heads through the fence.

I was surprised to learn that the founding fathers considered the turkey for our national bird, but decided the Bald Eagle was more stately, smarter probably too.
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Yesterday we pulled the dining table into the living room, and we will be eating in front of the fireplace. Yesterday the cold weather called for the fireplace, and today it’s sunny tee-shirt temperature.

My flag-ship Thanksgiving was in Marcola, I got up at 4 a.m. to prepare the turkey, and I thought of all the women who are filling their tables with turkeys, cranberries and such. I feltlike a pioneer.

That day, after the turkey was in the oven, my husband and I drove to the airport to pick up our daughter, who lived in California, and on the way, I saw the lights coming on in the houses, more women in the kitchen, more turkeys and gravy.

I hope your day is or was splendid.

Now, tomorrow, with left-overs, let’s have another Thanksgiving dinner that can’t be beat.
 

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    Joyce's travels have taken her beyond the shores of her native continent, but she's back where she started, in Oregon. 

    They say once you have Oregon mud between your toes, you will return.

    She is a mom of two girl babies--now grown-up women.

    She's a grandma to two boys trumped by video games.

    Boots, her childhood horse (Shown on the first page) led her on a path of love and adventure and the belief that that animals are guardians of the Sacred Path.  

    When, on the first day of a Freshman Biology class the Professor yelled, "This is the study of life," Joyce signed up. She majored in Biology, but has since found that life reaches beyond what can be easily observed, classified, and named.

    "There is more to heaven and earth, Horacho, than is dreampt of in your philosophy." --Shakespeare
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