Saturday, December 16, 2006

Punk Punk

The children are all gone, the 'rents are alone, all alone. Whaddya do?
Take a nap of course!
John and I were snoozing away and we woke to:
"punk.....punk punk.....punk....punk....punk."
I looked at Poppers and said, "What is THAT noise?" I thought some door had been left open and was swinging in the wind or something.
Poppers went to investigate, and came back laughing. It was a turkey pecking at his reflection in the basement window.
The punk.

8 comments:

Billiam said...

That is too funny! Should have shot it! Turkey stew for dinner!
BTW, thanx for the invite. I'll be in Chippewa with family. One day, come spring, I'll take a ride up your way. Would love to meet the family..

kristi noser said...

We will miss you Billiam! Come summer you'll jave to come to the Noser "I don't know how many" annual pig roast!

Billiam said...

That sounds cool! I think I'd enjoy that...

Kandi said...

All the children were gone and you were NAPPING?!? Sheesh, I could think of better things to do with that free time...

"GIT R DONE!" :D

Kelli said...

Ok, Sheesh...La La La.....

kristi noser said...

Hey, we're old, what can I say?

Anonymous said...

To bad he didn't come knocking a month sooner! Maybe someone was watching out for him too?

-= Wizard =-

kristi noser said...

True story, Wiz. You can bet next year, he comes a-knocking, we will not be having meatballs for Christmas dinner!