they are all the same size.
What has amazed me about these turkeys is the way they travel as a family. Mama and Papa turkey are with them all the time. Mama in the lead or close to it, and the Tom always bringing up the rear. While he doesn't seem protective about them, there must be some atavistic impulse driving him to stay with and protect his offspring. Amazing.
because I recently looked at my hands and they just felt too small to be doing all the things that I want to do. Actually, what I need is a few extra hands - that would help.
I sat by the side of a river today, doodling and did these. Some computer addition, but since I am still a total novice at that it was more to say that I did it than having it add any value.
I want one of these small houses. I could do it, commute to work from Portsmouth, spend the summers up there. It is such a great town, so much going on and a great combination of "real" port town ...with a great coffee shop.
The town was sponsoring "Fairy House" day. We were a bit skeptical, what a wierd name for a house we thought, but quickly found out that people build and submit little houses from organic materials and these are scattered thru the town. They are adorable! This one was called "Baba Yaga" - and note the chicken legs. This stuff is right up my alley and I just might enter my own next year.
We visited an old house, tours were given today. Wallace Nutting lived in this house and ran it as a museum in the early 1900's. I took pictures of the back door, in New England we normally don't use the front door. Usually the side door, or back door in this case.
The barn at the back where the finalists from the Fairy House Tour were stored and displayed. 
The kitchen hearth
A little bench behind the door to the kitchen. I wondered about this tiny bench. Was it for people to sit down and take their shoes off? Was it for grandma? or a hired hand? Either way, its the first such small bench that I have seen in an old house.
Why would you need two locks on the basement door. They won't keep the mice out.
The front Parlor - set for tea or something...
An upstairs hallway with a rocker.
I opened a closet, the door was ajar and I wanted a peak. It was filled with boxes and papers but I also saw this old book. I so wanted to see what it was but didn't want to touch it.
We went to Wentworth Mansion area for our life celebration for Bill. I think we were all nervous about how it was all going to work out, but of course with good friends it all worked out just fine. We had a toast to Bill, overlooking the area where his ashes were scattered, poured a libation into the sea and then told stories, ate, drank, cried and laughed. We spend the afternoon there, and eventually had to give in to the cold wind and go back to the apartment, where more friends came over (Karens sisters actually) and did more drinking, eating and story telling on the roof of the building. A very special night.
Four Friends - celebrating life, mourning loss. 
Finally, wrapped up in blankets - windy as all get out. Time to leave this beautiful spot. 
I think about Grandma alot, not obsessively or morbidly, but just sorta normally. The women in my family still have Grandma soup pots, or coffee pots, or china - and I don't think we'll ever get rid of them until somene takes them away from us. Grandma taught us that bats nest in your hair, and to always have a dime in your shoe...just in case. She taught me to knit and sew, and to be scared of heights. And superstitious!!! I can't spill salt to this day without throwing some of it over my left shoulder.
I'll save the story of Grandma coming back as a bird until another time. Lights out now.
(Library of Congress photo)
