Ricky Fante is my new boyfriend.
The other day as the better-half was turning into our driveway he saw 10 wild turkeys crossing the street. We suspected turkeys were on the prowl on Saturday when we were walking with The Niece in the woods. They left signs everywhere. I especially liked the one that said “wild turkey on the rocks”.
I’ve relaunched my project turkey watch. For years at the other house, I would stare out the window on damp days and tell the better-half I was looking for turkeys. Because I once saw turkeys on a damp day.
Today isn’t a damp day, but I’m glued to the window looking for turkeys and listening to my new boyfriend in a house that is heated again. Thank the heating gods that the heat pump has been repaired.