Momma Turkey and her babies are living here at Twin Willows. It’s hard to see the babies through the plants but if you look carefully, they’re following her.
Momma Turkey and her babies are living here at Twin Willows. It’s hard to see the babies through the plants but if you look carefully, they’re following her.
“My uncle was like that… lovely tenor voice… died of the drink.”
And if you knew how incredibly clever, my grandma was, you’d know that was her way of telling me that I wasn’t the only one.
“My uncle was like that… lovely tenor voice… died of the drink.”
And if you knew how incredibly clever, my grandma was, you’d know that was her way of telling me that I wasn’t the only one.