RIP Houdini

The preceding posts have been a pictorial representation of the life and death of Houdini, our Thanksgiving turkey. A post describing the day’s events is soon to follow.

I spent a large portion of weekend hosing Houdini’s poop off of my porch, cleaning out his water dish, and tossing the rest of his food. Without his constant gobbling, my house is quiet. I miss Houdini.

Reminders.