I am a list maker. In fact, I am one of those people who write things I have already done on my list so I can cross them off.
Today’s list included: laundry, Sam’s, take recyclables, meeting at 12:30, meeting at 3:00, change sheets, etc. Most of the time my list is an accurate representation of what happens in my day.
Today, however, was different.
During my normal chicken care routine, which is not on my list but done every day anyway, I noticed that Tina, the female turkey, seemed to have blood on her right side. I tried to catch her to examine further but she was too fast for me.
Rachel, being younger and faster than me, was able to catch Tina. I held the turkey while Rachel checked for wounds.
Sure enough, under her right wing was a significant sore. As with any injury, the first course of action was to clean the wound. This meant bringing Tina inside and giving her a bath.
Then Rachel bandaged the sore.
So today I gave a turkey a bath. That was definitely not on my to do list.
This morning I got up at 5:15, made coffee, fixed breakfast and made sandwiches even though it is Saturday. The kids have All-Region Band auditions and I wanted to make sure they didn’t starve.
After they left, I went back to bed. It was glorious. I didn’t open my eyes again until 7:45. I should have kept them closed, but chicken wrangler duties called.
I got up and let the chickens out. That was ok.
I also let the quail out. That was not ok.
Lately, I have had difficulty closing the long quail cage securely, and we have had to retrieve quail on several occasions. Rachel even made me a sign that says, “Close the door.” Today, I closed the door on the long cage. However, I accidentally left the hutch cage open.
I knew something was amiss as I heard Bella barking frantically. She really wanted the quail to come over and play. I ran back outside and closed the hutch door on the two remaining quail. I decided to finish filling water jugs and deal with the loose quail later.
I washed the very dirty waterer from the quail cage in the coop, refilled the waterer, and reached to put it back. (In case you don’t remember, this cage is high up in the coop and somewhat difficult to reach.) The waterer slipped and the lid came open, spilling water all over me.
I was not happy. This was strike two.
On the bright side, even though it is December, this is Texas so it is 80 degrees outside. There was no danger of the water making me cold.
After refilling the waterer, I headed back to the house, silently praying that fixing coffee and breakfast for Beekeeper Brian and I would be easier.
One more strike and I’m out.
About the same time Chicken Wrangler Sara’s email arrived, I received an email from daughter #2 in Colorado. Her day started with a challenge too.
Woke up to about ten wild turkeys out in the front yard and street. I went out to talk to them and saw a deer.
He had short antlers. I turned my back on him to take a picture of the front of the house and then turned back around he was coming after me!
I walked, rather briskly, back to the driveway and out of the corner of my eye, I see more deer staring at me.
I was triangulated by turkey and deer!!
I started walking more briskly to the safety of the fenced front yard. Whereupon I saw deer tracks inside the fence, which led me to believe that the only truly safe place was inside the house until Patrick woke up to protect me!!
Last Thursday many in the U.S. sat down at tables loaded with enough food to feed a third world country for a week.
And we had leftovers.
The best part of Thanksgiving to me.
I love the smell of the striped carcass simmering with onions and celery in our traditional turkey rice soup on Black Friday. We add brown rice before serving with whole wheat cornbread. Yummy!
This year I also found great, nutritious ideas from
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Are you still moving leftover turkey or dressing or sweet potatoes around in your fridge? You need to pitch ‘em today.
Foodborne illness – Isn’t that a lovely way to say food poisoning?
In years past, I remember sitting around the table for hours talking and visiting with the food still there. Or, worse yet, moving the serving dishes to the stove top or counter so everyone could nibble all afternoon while we watched football.
Once we figured out what was causing our tummy problems, we stopped that foolishness.
Happily, most cases of food poisoning can be prevented with proper food handling.
How did you handle your leftovers? Did you refrigerate perishable foods quickly?
According to Mayo Clinic nutritionist, Katherine Zeratsky, R.D., L.D. your goal is to minimize the time a food is in the “danger zone” — between 40 and 140 F (4 and 60 C) — when bacteria can quickly multiply. Meat, poultry, fish, dairy and eggs shouldn’t sit more than two hours at typical room temperature or more than one hour at temperatures above 90 F (32 C).
Because the bacteria doesn’t typically change the taste, smell, or look, you can’t tell until the bacteria attacks your digestive tract.
But leftovers can be kept for three to four days in the refrigerator before the risk of food poising increases.
There weren’t many leftovers at our Thanksgiving feast and what there was went quickly. If you still have leftovers after today, my advice:
I’m thankful that in this great big blog world we have connected.
If you’ve read my about page, you know I’m a writer and an antiques dealer/collector. Ephemeron fascinates me. That’s why I chose this particular greeting today.
Not familiar with the term?
Ephemera (the plural form) refers to something transitory or short-lived. Items like pamphlets, notices, tickets, postcards or greeting cards designed to be useful or important for only a short time. In this age of technology, we’re losing ephemera. Especially old postcards like these.
Back reads “from Ray to the Baby 1913 H. R. M.”
“Wishing you a Peaceful Thanksgiving Day; With all of Earth’s fruit from the blossom of May.”
“North South East and West; Let’s all join hands So that we may truly rejoice on Thanksgiving Day” To Marguerite from Grandma, 1915.
Each card undoubtedly has a story. Who was Ray and why did he send a Thanksgiving card to Baby? Were Marguerite and Grandma feuding and needed to join hands? There’s definitely a story connect to that one.
The writers among us could probably plot some compelling stories based on these old postcards. I think that’s why I find ephemeron so intriguing.
But just for today, let’s forget about writing.
Sit around the table and visit with family and friends.
Cheer for our favorite football team. Or nap.
And most important, remember to take the giblets out of the turkey!
Thanks for showing up today to read my blog.
I’m going to enjoy my blessings today.I hope you have a wonderful Thanksgiving day with your family and friends.