Celebrating Thanksgiving at the Swami's Yurt, we were blessed with the Thanksgiving Squirrel:
Gathering leaves and twigs,
Packing the purple martin house, now turned into a Squirrel Condo.
Little Blue-Eyes has been sick for a few days, but beautiful nonetheless.
Isabelle wanted to break the wishbone, so it was dug out with care and dried in the fireplace. She won. (But check out how I am trying to gain an advantage by using my thumb...hey, every woman for herself!)
And when we returned home, bloated and sleepy, we were greeted by our friendly neighborhood juvenile Cooper's hawk. I bet he packed in some juicy bird today, too.