The turkey flock returned last night at around 7:30 p.m. I was really excited because they were coming right up to the deck. I was eager to see how close they would come and I had my camera out, videoing their approach, as they came closer and closer. But I suddenly remembered that Danny was out sleeping on the porch. I didn’t want him to chase after the turkeys and either hurt one of the little ones or be hurt by avenging adult turkeys. Not that he has a lot of “chase” left in him. Old age has really slowed him down in the last year and he often lies on the front porch and sleeps. But I went to call him inside the house because I wanted to avoid any possible kerfuffle.
The door to the porch is in an entrance hallway just off the kitchen. In the corner next to the kitchen table are two windows–one looks out into our front yard while the other looks onto the front porch. As I walked through the kitchen to the hallway, I could see through the window that Danny was getting stiffly to his feet. He had noticed the turkeys. I hurried through the entrance hall, opened the front door, and urgently whispered to Danny to “Come!” Danny ignored me. He is stubborn–not in an aggressive way. He has a very quiet sweetness, but if he doesn’t want to do something, he will grin at me and stand his ground. He grinned at me last night, ignored me, and started to walk toward the turkeys. So I reached out and grabbed his collar and pulled him into the house. The two adult turkeys with their flock of little ones just quietly meandered into the forest with no urgency whatsoever.
I made sure Danny was inside this evening as I watched for the flock, but they didn’t come up to the house. Bummer.
I always get up at 6 a.m., which is when EJ gets up to prepare for work. The first thing I do is sleepily feed the cats, who are all impatiently waiting. Then I stumble outside to let the ducks and chickens out of their coop. I noticed this morning that it is a little bit darker. The National Weather Service for our area posted at Facebook a few days ago that we have lost 24 minutes of light since the summer solstice on June 21. The days are getting shorter.
Ugh. Years ago, I used to have a co-worker who would always say at the winter solstice, “The days will be getting longer now” and on the summer solstice she would say, “Now the days are going to be getting shorter.” I never minded being reminded in December that the dark days would start getting longer, but I never liked hearing on June 21, when I felt that summer had barely gotten started, that the days would be getting shorter. I haven’t worked outside the home since I was pregnant with JJ, but I still hear my co-worker’s voice in my head every December announcing that “The days are going to be getting longer,” and every June that “The days are now going to be getting shorter. The more I try to not remember this, the more I do.
The chickens always go into the coop themselves when it starts to get dark so all I do is count to make sure they are all in and then close their little door. If I’m really late–which I almost never am–the ducks go into the coop themselves as well, but usually I herd them. When they see my cane and hear me say, “Go to bed! Go to bed!” they start filing into the coop. It’s kind of fun. I videoed it tonight.
We are expecting storms tonight. I’m watching the rain get closer and closer on Accuweather radar. I love watching radar and storms. In another life, I might have been a meteorologist. The radar looks nasty, but the National Weather Service says that they aren’t expecting the storms to be severe. That’s good. I like watching storms, but I don’t like it when they get dangerously severe.