Turkeys, campfires and other things.....

Well, those of you that know me well do know that I am probably a certified pyromaniac. Nothin' beats a good fire. I spent a good part of Friday shovelling soggy clay so I could create this little fire pit. It's not up to my standards but one has to be careful with 70 acres of woods right behind you.
It's interesting that in Wisconsin you have to get a fire permit to burn and have to check in each day to see if conditions are such that you can burn. Well, I have a ton of stuff to burn and since it's rained about a foot in that last two days, I could hardly wait to light one up. So, I get on the internet just to be a good boy to verify that I can burn only to discover that this county doesn't allow burning on Sunday!!! What the (&*&&**(())$ That's not gonna sit well with me..... Oh, and that includes holidays as well so I can't even invent some obscure Norwegian fiesta that only I have heard of. I'm not happy...
The misses took the picture of these turkeys right outside our bedroom window. We've been watching about nine or so hens and as many little ones. Haven't seen the gobblers but they must be around somewhere as that's where the little ones come from.
I spent the last couple of days searching for a rifle clip and some Contender shells. I looked everywhere convinced that they must have become victim to spontaneous combustion. I was down to one old metal box I kept coins in. Of course I had lost the key so had to destroy it to get it open and lo and behold, there was my stuff. Now I'm back to being armed to the teeth but will have to buy another metal box...
It's funny this moving thing. You find stuff you've kept for years, not daring to throw away. Then you realize you've been moving it from house to house year after years and have never used it. When we moved the folks out of their last apartment, I found probably every card we had ever given my parents. My mom kept them all. We read a lot of them and then threw them out. I've come to discover that I do the same thing. I've got 20 oe so cards and letters I keep in my dresser drawer. Cards and letters that, well, I just couldn't throw away. I found them today, looked at the pile and put them where they belong, back in that dresser. I couldn't start reading them. I know what's in some of them and it would tear me up to start reading. So then, why do I keep them???
Tomorrow it's finally supposed to stop raining. I think I'll take a long, long walk.