Appropriately put the wild turkey back on my blog page for Thanksgiving. Wild turkeys around here are hiding. All I've seen lately are the possums that make their nightly rounds in our back woods and climb the trees so they are eye level with Maxine. She stretches her neck through the porch rungs to watch them root. Last night I noticed she was staring up at the trees, knew she wasn't looking at constellations. She was giving the evil eye to the big possum in the oak tree.

Heavy clouds today but still not cold. Thank goodness. We'll be about 50 by the weekend.