We decide to spare a turkey this year and go for a hike instead. Fate decides to reward us with a bounty of October berries on a quiet ski hill, a dust of snow just near the top run, otherwise resplendent in oranges and yellows and greens. An owl takes interest and follows along for a while. I have decided that this is kind of omen, not good or bad, just something to be thankful for.
A turkey was spared. Woe unto berries. Happy Thanksgiving.