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It went -12 at the Deer Creek Weather Station before sunrise to set an all-time low out here since I’ve been recording weather stats. At 2:00pm today we crested to a balmy +1.
Out here on our five acre mini ranch-wildlife refuge which is wooded and runs parallel to Deer Creek itself…it’s like nirvana as far as the wildlife.
Deer, raccon, fox, coyote, rabbits, squirrels, hawks, dove, owls, woodpeckers, roadrunners…just magificent. Bob used to come out here after really bad days of practicing law to smoke a cigar and just watch the wildlife and birds.
I’d love to have a black bear if these frilly Edmond types would allow a change to the covenants.
We even have a 200lb black mountain lion which from time to time is spotted in the vicinity. Pauli the diva black lab and I have twice at dusk spotted this big cat. The hair on Pauli’s back literally goes berserk and it took all I had each time to hold her back from pursuing this mountain lion we’ve named Elsa. We have no idea if it’s a male or female, but we’ve named it Elsa from Born Free.
But to the point…we’ve adopted these four incredible male wild turkeys who’ve made our property their home so to speak for over fifteen years now. They’ve become like pets to us. Pauli loves on them and amazingly plays with them now and again. She won’t do that with dogs. She bares her alpha fangs to the dogs around her just to estbalish turf dominance just like I did on the Daily Thunder messageboard before I got banned for life. Teacher and the student, know what I mean? We’ve actually named the four males…Little Jerry Seinfeld, Little Kenrick Perkins, Little Baker Mayfield, and Little Mike Gundy.
Occassionaly their four female friends join them, but they’re extremely aloof and I haven’t named them.
Little Jerry Seinfeld is the brightest. Little Kendrick Perkins is the slowest. Little Baker Mayfield is the one who keeps grabbing his crotch with one of his wings…and Little Mike Gundy is the one wearing the special turkey sweater I bought for him with 1-15 on the front. He always gets his ass whipped when they get into the mating season rituals.
I almost brought them in last night, but held back given my wife might have had a problem with that if she woke up before I put them back out. That would be a scene worse than death itself.
They look okay this afternoon and I think or hope last night was the coldest temps we’re going to experience through this historic weather event which was obviously a result of Trump’s flagrant abuse of climate policy per pulling put of the Paris Accord. Just kidding on that, but you have to hope the Trump domestic terrorists out here in Deer Creek and Edmond have a sense of humor and can take a little joke here and there.
Be safe and do the right thing to help others in need get through this.