Unless they are turkeys.
And there is not a bit of snow on the ground. It is covered in pine needles.
But way out yonder in the borderlands, on the other side of that tallest mountain is Siberolina buried in the snow. Out there where I live.
Saturday, January 31, 2015
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That flock of Turkey's might be insulted being referred to as gulls. It is amazing that the elevation makes such a dramatic change in weather.
Are they around at Thanksgiving time?
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