My second Thanksgiving is all done. I don’t remember much about the first. If the pictures are any indication, I got passed around like a football, and then passed out.

While we were waiting for the meal to start, I ran around. One fun thing was watching the birds fly. After I chased the doggies around on the deck, I wanted Mommy to pick me up, but she wouldn’t. Grandmommy came and got me, but I cried ‘cause I wanted Mommy.

But after a minute or two, I saw the birds coming to get some seeds. They would swoop up out of nowhere and sit for a moment. Then fly away. I laughed when they left…because they were so funny. They’d hop up and down in the air and hide their wings. Maybe they were cold.

I like birdies. What kind of birdie is your favorite?