Thanksgiving Morning

We often give labels to certain days of the year. And today, Thanksgiving, is just another example. But, our dog doesn't know that. She just knows that there is something that smells REAL good down in the oven; that she has to keep checking on it to make sure it hasn't escaped; and, that when the sun comes up, it's time to go for a walk.

Surprisingly, she and I weren't the only ones out there. Apparently, the lack of giving names to days in the year is widespread in the canine world. With the exception of these other pet lovers, however, there didn't seem to be much stirring in the world.

As a matter of fact, the familiar din of traffic noise often heard at this time of day is missing. Not even a train locomotive moving along the Maple Leaf corridor. All I can hear is.....a sparrow chirping......in November.......on Thanksgiving day.

Come to think of it, the weather is actually quite pleasant. Yes, it's a little overcast and a little drizzly, but I can't see my exhaled breath. And, I probably could have come out without a jacket on. And, there was no evidence that we had a frost last night.

Hmmmm.

This is Thanksgiving, right?

I do live in Western New York, don't I?

Except for the fact that all the trees are barren of leaves and show no signs of growth, I could almost swear that it was Spring. The grass is green, the birds are chirping, it's not even 7:00 AM, and I'm starting to break a sweat walking Dakota with this jacket on.

And, then reality hits. A waft comes from one of the homes nearby. TURKEY! Aha! Someone else is up baking the bird already. I was almost convinced it was Easter Sunday and was expecting to see a rabbit dart out at any minute.

Dakota would've liked that. Don't forget, for her it's just another morning walk. And, "bunnies" is one of the best things to find, next to "cats" or "squirrels".