Raya is not really napping enough. Mama had a blessed unscheduled day on Thursday. Determined to help Raya have a long nap, she packed up Raya, her carrier, a few Lara bars, and some water. We hiked from Pinebrook Hills to the top of Sanitas, and then down Sanitas to Morgan's house in town. It took a very leisurely three hours. Daddy picked us up at Morgan's. On the trail, mama saw way off trail what first looked like a large piece of charred wood. She decided to check it out, and was amazed to see what it was--a beautiful wild turkey, intact but very much dead. How did you get here, dear turkey? How did you die? Here's the charred wood appearance:
And feathers so beautiful, it was just hike-stopping.
And Mama and Raya at the top of Sanitas (she's asleep on back):
The crown glory of the day was that in the late afternoon I became part-witch and drove and then ran back to the site of the dead turkey. With gloves, dust mask and trash bags, I gathered up that turkey, named it Pavo, ran with it up the hill, and plunked it in the back of my car. It's now living in a freezer at an unnamed location, ready to be dissected for wings and feathers to keep. Turns out wild turkeys are plentiful in Colorado, but I sure have never seen one.
Finding beauty and adventure . . . and magic. Good lessons for Raya B.!
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