I had just stuffed the turkey and placed it in the oven when I looked out the kitchen window and saw this young fellow, strolling through the back yard.
His mother appeared, right behind him.
Mother and son strolled slowly off together, munching branch shoots along the way. We could eat branch shoots too, I suppose, but I prefer turkey.
Happy Thanksgiving, everyone, whether you be in the US or somewhere else.
May you eat hearty this day and enjoy the company of loved ones, as we few who will dine here will do.