The cool thing is that ever since Mooner took off, a clutch (or herd..or pack..or gang?) of wild turkeys will walk through our property--even into the front yard-- and there are at least twenty of them. Of those twenty, at least ten of them are Mooner's size, so Mr. H believes in his heart that she is with them and they come through here because she knows where her first home was. Well, I added that last part, but he does believe she's with them, because he does not want to imagine any other alternatives!
So long, fair Moonshadow |
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