I hope you had a great Thanksgiving and got to relax with friends or family.
Okay, I know it’s Thanksgiving, and by the time you read this you’ll probably be sick to death of turkey, but I like to beat a dead horse (who doesn’t?).
You know, growing up in and around Boston, the only wild animals that I was used to seeing were pigeons, squirrels and the occasional crow, seagull or songbird. Once I saw a pheasant, and I almost jumped out of the school bus. I wondered if I was imagining things?
Maybe I just led a sheltered youth? Or is the wildlife returning? These days I live less than a mile from Boston, and I see deer, foxes, chipmunks, hawks, raccoons, skunks, and turkeys. Lots of turkeys. I saw twelve at one time, just down the road.
Here are a couple views of the hideously ugly birds at the nearby Blue Hills Trailside Museum.
