Talking turkey with professor Mark Smith at the Louise Kreher Forest Preserve. He lectured on most everything you could think of about the wild turkey, what they eat, how they choose mates, how they raise their young, mortality rates and so on:
And then we made turkey calls. We yelped and clucked and keekeed and gobbled on slates and boxes.
Because we know people at the preserve we got to hold turtles:
The Yankee and her mom did not enjoy watching the turtles eat their worms, though.
We walked to the waterfall, meandered through the woods and then had subs for lunch. We went to the baseball game, which we aren’t going to talk about this weekend at all, it seems, because it hasn’t been good in any way. Except for the weather, which has been stunningly gorgeous the last two days. These are the days you’d order from Amazon, have them shipped Prime and be in disbelief when they arrived early.
We had dinner at Warehouse Bistro, which is always delicious. They’d called us to say there was a hot water problem, so we’d be dining outside, but by the time we got there that was fixed.
We sat next to a long table of one large, happy family who celebrating a life or a marriage or a death. It was hard to say, but they all took turns giving speeches and it was beautiful. I filed one away for future use.
The chocolate torte was also wonderful. But try the duck breasts. That’s what I had tonight. Or the rack of lamb, which is another favorite. Or the filet, or the crab cakes … Really, anything at the Warehouse Bistro is worth having. Also they’ll unabashedly play Hank Williams next to the Delta Blues next to Harry Connick, Jr. I don’t know why that matters, but I noticed it and it seemed like it could be important later.
