Okay – so I am writing this story because it is due today! I just managed to barely get through 500 plus turkey orders and someway, somehow November has flown by. My life has been a little busy to say the least. The most important thing to note is everyone got their turkeys and I believe I managed the “high alert” field, “Turkey Hill”, protection quite well this year!
I am sitting on the front porch of the white farm house basking in the sun, resting and taking in this glorious weather. We truly had an “Indian Summer” the last days of November and to think it is now December as you read this!
Back to my front porch, seriously, this may have been the best Thanksgiving yet. I lay here contemplating the string of events. Family and friend’s laughter, joy, sadness, the good, the bad, and this year there was no ugly. Why? I think it was because there were no expectations of anyone by everyone. How cool was that?
Now, this was a group of family that has been through quite a bit together and I know the stories extremely well. For you see, it is the dog that lies quietly by your side through good times and bad. We hear an awful lot you know, but, we never say a word! Trust is earned through worthiness; worthiness is earned through behavior or actions. Gossip is not included in earned behavior! So, hence silence is golden for the dog when he chooses not to howl!
Now that is not to say I do not know when to howl, for I can, and will howl when necessary. I noticed from the vantage point of my farm house front porch that Stretch the Llama was acting quite peculiar. He was hovering over the compost pile. As I mentioned, we have had a particularly warm November and I think it confused some of our fine feathered friends as they had hung around longer than usual. Mr. Robin Red Breast was hoping from branch to branch in the pine trees above Stretches head. That bird wanted to get into the compost pile for sure. The compost pile was full of warm moist dirt, the kind of place earth worms love to make their home and this was the home of one of Stretche’s favorite families; Mr. and Mrs. Wigglesworth. Mr. and Mrs. Wigglesworth and their crew provide black rich dirt for Mrs. B.’s vegetable garden by breaking down the compost pile. They should have been preparing themselves for winter wiggling deep into the ground by now but with this warm weather, they were still hard at work.
Mr. Robin Red Breast was in his finest of feathers after molting and preparing for his flight south for the winter. He needed a solid dinner full of protein to energize him for the long flight. I knew there was no way on this green earth Stretch was going to let Mr. and Mrs. Wigglesworth or any of their hatchlings become this birds dinner!
Stretch’s ears were laid back flat in only the way a Llama can. I could tell from his pose he was getting really mad and preparing for flinging a good solid llama spit! Let me tell you, you absolutely do not want llama spit on yourself. It is all gnarly and tobacco brown and stinks to high heavens! Yuk!
Just as Mr. Wigglesworth poked his head out of the ground – Mr. Robin Red Breast’s keen eye honed in on the little worm. I howled at the top of my lungs to distract the bird – Stretch aimed and spit his gnarly stinky tobacco colored spit all over Mr. Robin Red Breast’s new shiny coat! Stretch laid himself gently back down on top of the compost pile, elongating his neck up toward the trees at a very stunned bird, and, with that aloof look only a llama can give, Stretch simple said to Mr. Robin Red Breast; “The Wigglesworths dear sir, are gone for the winter!” Now please leave!
And, the Wigglesworth’s lived happily ever after, and now with no expectations. I wish you the very best this December and a very Merry Christmas!