After snowstorms in March and rain, Saturday was one of the nicest days we have had in a long time. We eagerly got outside and went for a walk. Baby fell asleep in the jogger, wrapped in a blanket with the sun on him and the wind in his face... it made me jealous. The dog got to take a splash in the run off - which she was ecstatic about and promptly dove in face first to the cold, cold water. And on our way back, I saw this feather wound around the branch of a bush on the side of the road. I didnt know what it was until I posted it on Twitter and Jeff said it was a turkey feather. A great sign because turkey season starts in two weeks!
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