Have you been waiting (and waiting!) to see a rafter of turkeys go by in the snow? Well, today is your lucky day.

Yesterday, as I sat at my desk scurrying to get my class prep done, I heard the unmistakable chatter of Benjamin Franklin's favorite bird going by under the window. And, being the ever-ready Girl Scout (I lie, they booted me from Brownies), I grabbed my trusty camera and snapped the following shots for you before they flew off into the deep woods.

Thrilling, I know. And you wonder why there are no advertisements at this site! The traffic I generate with these scintillating shots-- Scavullo should be so lucky.

If you were hoping for a full-blown open skirt shot, I'm afraid that only occurs during mating season. Right now, they are just trudging along looking for something to eat and hoping nobody is trying to eat them.

In other turkey news, I attempted to get a photo of myself to replace the one I currently have at my facebook site.

What's that? I failed to mention my recent slurp of the cultural kool-aid? (For the record, I did it as a shot with a salt and lime chaser. Yum). Oh yes, my friends-- I have gone to the dark side.

Oh wait, before you pelter me with questions, my camera also would like me to post its self-portrait.

And that's not the only demand going on here this morning. For the past twenty minutes or so, my bare feet have been steadily (lovingly?) licked by none other than Daisy. Her tongue has focused mostly on my toes, which I must say is a rather indulgent way to begin my day. However, lest you are fooled by her sweet ways, I assure you with every stroke of her tongue is the message to me, "time for a walk. take us out for a walk. time for a walk. take us out for a walk."

It's quite hypnotizing, actually.

When I fail to respond, she resorts to straight up pleading.

Man. This is why I should have kids. Kids never bother you for stuff like this. Kids are never in your face going, "hey! me! pay attention to me! stop what you are doing and play with me!" No, kids are all self-sufficient, quietly eating their own toes in a crib somewhere, or happily at play in the corner with their toys-- ah.

Not dogs. Dogs can be most insistent.

So, I have to wrap this up, but before I do-- what on earth could prompt me to descend down the steps in some back alley in Munich into what can only be described as a dark club pulsating with a techno beat 24/7? Wherefore facebook? Well, my friends, it all began with an email that my sister received which was then passed along to me from a childhood friend seeking me out. And, to respond, I had to sign-up to facebook and then, when I did-- DAMN, if I didn't know like 50 people straight away. Wild.

So, I hooked up with someone that I went from first grade through twelfth grade, trippy, but cool. And facebook? Frankly, it's kind of like a cocktail party on steroids. When you first get there it's all HI! oh hi! hey hi! hi hi hi hi! oh you're here, hi! hi hi hey-- hi ! HI! and so on. And then? You all kind of sit around and sip from your drink.

But hey, I'm keeping up with the times and already one of my students has "friended" me-- OH, much to tell about my first fairy tales class, btw. In brief, my heart was broken to learn of the 15 students, only THREE had ever read fairy tales before. W.T.F.??!!!

Magic School Bus seems to have usurped this generation's initiation into the fabulous world of fairy tales and then, of those three? Only two had ever read Grimm.

Hand me my placard, the End is Nigh!, my friends, the end is nigh . . .

(But the good news is the kids are fabulous and very, very keen on the subject matter, so fingers crossed-- I will at least have saved the world, one small humanities class at a time).

OKAY! did you hear that? My dogs. Their insistence cannot be denied.

a la prochaine, mes coquottes!

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