Birds as messengers

Last evening Jack and I were driving to a friend's house for dinner and had gotten into  "discussion" about moving. Jack owns an antique store/gallery and has been there for 20 years. I want to believe that he can close his shop, or sell it, and move easily to a new town/life, and he says…

Thank you, thank you, thank you!

As I was sitting at my desk at 5:45 this morning, answering emails, I heard a subtle clucking sound, rhythmic and soft. I didn't pay attention at first. Then I sort of jolted myself awake and grabbed my camera and hustled outside barefooted, and still in my p.j.'s, to see a family of turkeys crossing…