Budder

I suppose there's a line between general topics and personal information. That said, we're all pretty proud of this little guy. He's our new grandson "Budder"! That's not his real name, but that's what I find myself calling him. Little Budder is a dandy and will probably in time turn out to be a turkey hunter. Speaking of turkeys...

...yesterday morning on the drive back to the cabin, I ran across a handful of turkeys in the first clearing. Very uncharacteristically, the two birds you see here paid no attention to us and were completely unaware of our presence. Max and I walked up close enough to them that I could have dispatched both birds with one rock, had it been turkey season. They continued dancing around with each other until Max finally spotted them and barked, which of course sent them running frantically and eventually airborne. After banging and flopping around in the tree canopy for a second or two, they flew off down the hill to join the smarter birds; who ran off when we first came driving up.
If turkeys mess themselves when severely surprised, I'm pretty sure these two birds had to change their shorts after their close encounter with Ol' Max!

Silly turkey capers: I'll keep you posted....