
Living on the Edge.
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So the kids and I were minding our own business in the backyard, kicking the soccer ball around, when our neighbor starts scratching on one of those turkey calls. It was a little annoying, but I had to admit, it sounded pretty darn real. To make a long story short, it wasn’t the neighbor, it was a very real Tom. We knew for certain when the large uncooked poultry launched itself into the air and roosted in the neighbor’s tree. I ran for the camera, knowing that the shot would be meh. The video also has a cheap quality, but the memory will be priceless.
It’s been about a week since Irene left town. I hope the door didn’t hit her _____ on the way out. Anyhow, the mess she left was pretty bad. She left the lights off for many thousands of people in Rhode Island, not to mention for a lot of other peeps along the east coast. Some still don’t have power. All this and dad apparently went MIA for a while. His phone lines were down, and he’s not one for having his cell phone on his person. But he’s fine, and his sister (Aunt Marjorie) and nephew (Neil) in the UK can rest easy (they had called Keith asking about his whereabouts).
Live storm coverage (pre-recorded) was provided by Eric and Christy.
Christy received her mail-order caterpillars just over a week ago. And now? Now they’re Painted Lady Butterflies. Christy tells me she named each one, beginning with Christy Junior, of course. The caterpillars stayed in their shipping jar for a few days, until we could see them forming their chrysalises. Mom then transferred them to their mesh enclosure, where the same critters are now testing their wings.