Thanksgiving

I stayed in Pennsylvania over Thanksgiving weekend with my incredibly gracious Aunt and Uncle. The house is so old that I had forgotten what they sound like. It was like a living, breathing creature, who moaned and wheezed as the wind blew and it made settling noises. The radiator even clicked as it was doing it's damnedest to warm the house, chugging it's little metal heart along.  It was my first Thanksgiving away from home- but I couldn't have chosen a better place to spend it. 

I followed a grey cat around the yard to see what kind of mischief he was getting into. I also saw a hawk tearing apart his dinner squirrel, but that wasn't as fun.