My new best friend is taking up all, yes literally all, of my time. He is my constant companion, whether I am folding laundry, brushing my teeth, or attempting to type on the computer (he likes to add extra symbols and change the cursor position). Like a new puppy, he cries nonstop when left alone in his crate and, since his crate is in our bedroom/ David the Husband’s office, it is impossible for David to conduct business on the telephone when he is in there. After all, it’s not exactly professional to talk to HOA board members whilst a turkey poult peeps mournfully and insistently in the background.
So here he sits with me, either on my lap, on my shoulder, or at my side and Pint is jealous. Yes, you read correctly; my grandson is experiencing a difficult case of sibling rivalry with a baby turkey.
I’m not sure how to remedy this. After all, I’m a bleeding heart wimp who can’t cut off my feelings for any living creature. Zorro is here to stay. I have already invested too much time in the little guy to turn him back to the perils of the farmyard and risk finding his wee baby body cold and dead on the ground.
To add to this, we have summer trips planned and tentatively planned. Do we bring Zorro along? David already visualized the hotel check-in, complete with the “Any pets?” question. Do we answer, “Just a baby turkey.”? The predicaments I get myself into.
So for now, he’s with me. All turkey care, all the time. Pint will just have to get over it somehow.
By the way, those of you wondering how SR Jessica is doing out in the world of independence need not worry. My big girl drove herself to LA to see an intimate Eddie Izzard comedy show and wormed her way into meeting him. She’ll do just fine. And she still calls her mommy just about every day. Weez loves her.
Finally, I need some big time prayers sent to fellow knitter/blogger and good friend Beth. Her very young son, Tom, is in the hospital having a challenging time thriving physically and we need to help him get better and help the doctors figure out what is going on in his wee body and make it better. Fire up the positive healing channels, everyone. The little guy needs our help.