The Return of the Seven

Ham with a side of Cranberry? Really?

I haven’t shared notes about our resident turkeys since The Chuckster and then to mention we hadn’t seen them in a bit. Prior to that, I wrote about Two Toms a’ Struttin’ and noted that, with that much testosterone hanging, turklets (we’ve been instructed they’re not “hatchlings” or some such. The proper translation from Toiga, the primary Turkey language, is “turklet”) were sure to be around.

We’d been hearing turkeys calling each other for a while. Hadn’t seen anyone, though. No turkey signs, either. You know, those signs they carry. Ban Thanksgiving!, Humans are Turkeys, Too!, Support the Turkey Lobby!, and Try Ham with a Side of Cranberry! So Good and So Good for You!.

Anyway, one day as I was working on Gable Smiled and had a sense I was being Turkied. Sure enough, lifting my eyes from my monitor, what do I behold?

There were more than seven, of course. I counted fourteen at one point (they came three times. Wanted to be sure I understood this was to be a turkey-less Thanksgiving this season).

And there were turklets. More like turkteens but still turklets.

Welcome.

Chester and Sylvie

The kits are out and about

A few weeks back I wrote Vasch and Euste Join Us for Some Casual Dining. I have mentioned the possibility of fox kits in Vasch the Fox. We knew kits were out there (we’d heard them crying more than one night) and waited patiently until they made their presence known.

Sure enough, a few nights back that’s just what they did.

Welcome Chester and Sylvie, Vasch and Euste’s kits from earlier this year (we think).

We, of course, are thrilled that Chester and Sylvie have human-pronounceable names.

But they are fox.

They could be foolin’ us.

My How They’ve Grown

And no TXTing at the table, either.

I mentioned In Beryl the Community Organizer that Hecate’s kits have grown.

I wouldn’t want you to think I was fooling you.

No, Hecate’s kits have grown. Sometimes she lets them dine with her, more often it’s not a happy family. The Wild doesn’t sanction children living at home beyond their years, something they often remind me when we see Two-Legs coming to-and-fro in the neighborhood.

I explain about college loans and dwindling economy. They laugh. They ask if I’ve ever heard of “loss of habitat” or “environmental collapse”.

Touche’, Old Ones.

In any case, Hecate’s kits:

Do you noticed that not a one of them has their cellphone at the table?

Vasch and Euste Join Us for Some Casual Dining

Table for Two?

I mentioned Vasch and Euste in an earlier post about one of their kits, Pascha. Specifically, I asked Pascha to tell his folks that the tavern is still open.

Good kit that he is, he hurried home to let his folks know.

A few nights later Vasch and Euste graced our table. Casual dining, of course, nothing fancy and always lots of fun.

You’ll note that Vasch goes to check the salad bar. Loves his greens, that one.

Pascha the Fox

Children amongst The Old Ones

Cooler nights bring different friends to our tavern. Often these are new friends, children of old friends. These new friends tell us of their parents. Some have moved on, some have passed on, some are still around and we say, “Say hello for us. Let them know the tavern’s still open. Best ale, grog, mead and fixen’s around.”

Case in point, Pascha the Fox. Pascha is Vasch and Euste‘s kit from a few years back, come a visitin’.

One wonders if, having graduated from college somewhere, he’s returned to live in their basement for a while until he figures out what he wants to do, until he “finds himself”.

We’ve done the best we could with you, now it’s time for you to be on your own.

 
Such things don’t happen in The Wild. Once out of the nest, you’re out of the nest. Offspring and siblings will return and sometimes the greetings are warm and friendly, more often not.

The Wild is older – much older – and definitely wiser – far wiser – than Two-Legs. It’s “We’ve done the best we could with you, now it’s time for you to be on your own.”

Still, Pascha came through and we gave him good greetings.

I mean, wouldn’t you? He is a fox.