Taggart is utterly fascinated by something in the backyard… she watches from the safety and cover of the flowerpot on the back porch.
What is it? A flock of turkeys pecking away at the bird seed that’s fallen from the feeder.
Where are the dogs? Fast asleep on the front porch while turkeys prance around our back yard.
It is a beautiful day in Muskegon and I’ve gotten absolutely nothing productive done. (well, I downloaded ring tones for my cell phone… does that count as productive?)
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