Did you know – well, who knew – turkeys fly?
They sure love to be all over the roof of my house, but they talk nicely.
Though they do not like to be separated. If they are seperated they cry and pace. Then they will fly.
Fly across to their family. Is that why I love to fly? Because it takes me home to my tribe? Fly me away home? And yes, in February I will be flying home. Home is not a place anymore – it is a people.
Cows love to stand close to each other too. They call their people home. Not a field. A herd.
Not so much with cats. Cats don’t care. Cats can stand alone with ease. This is LuLu – we don’t see her often, she keeps to herself – she is my oldest cat. She does not like people very much and I respect that about her. Most of the time I feel the same, though sometimes I Long for talking company so strongly it straightens my spine with a jolt. Not the Hi honey I am home, where is my IPad company. Sometimes I miss my own garrolous, loud, chatty, messy, large, gorgeous, prickly, foodie, filthy, coffee and wine loving family so much I could lay my head on the floor and HOWL. But that is just the Spirit of Christmas catching up with me. I am not a Christmas girl. The Spirit of Christmas is my nemesis. It is my end. It is the poster girl of the tired girl. It makes me feel lonely. I want to cancel it this year. Run it off. Boot it out. I would send John somewhere festive if he would go because I know I am the downer in his Christmas. I want to just sit in this home of my many homes – alone and turn off.
There you are – it is only November and already the Spirit of Christmas is biting at my wrists and ankles. 
But my animals and their pictures are my saviour. So I am working on the calendar and the little book of farm pictures for the children. Lots of pictures for smiles.
And on that fine and miserable note.
I miss you. I hope you have a lovely day.
Love celi
The Kitchen's Garden 
44 responses to “Flying Turkeys”
Which babe is that in the last photo?
Love that header photo, and the others too of the flying turkeys. I had no idea! February must seem a long way off right now, but how great that you’ll be making a trip home. Sometimes nothing will do but your own tribe.
” Spirit of Christmas is biting at my wrists and ankles. ” Somehow I’m tired already – although I do love a nice big Christmas tree and manger scene of collected figures over the years ( each with a story). Cheered a bit at tiny signs some are taking Christmas back: Nordstrom stores are not putting up Christmas decorations until after Thanksgiving. “We feel holiday should be celebrated one at a time”. Maybe a smart PR campaign, but I like it.
Gorgeous flying turkey picture – I’ve seen the wild ones fly, but didn’t think the farm ones could get off the ground. (Cats belong to places…sometimes they share them with us…but cats don’t move well.)
I understand the mood… Christmas never really worked out for me either. Thanksgiving isn’t quite as bad, but most of the time it too finds me flaking out and refusing invites to partake in festivities. I would be perfectly fine to hole up in a cabin in the woodlands from about now until February or March. Come to think of it, that might actually prompt me to get on with writing more of my book and maybe finish it!
Beautiful images .. Turkeys sure can fly! 😃
Holidays in general are difficult for me. I gave up Christmas-ing years ago. I celebrate the Solstice with journaling and good music—like I celebrate every day. I do make Solstice cards every year and send those out. It’s part meditation, part infusing the little pieces of art with gratitude and love that I send all over the world. THAT feels like a celebration.