One week from today is Thanksgiving and you know you’ll have that bird on the brain up until that day.
You’ll get up with the chickens, because that plump Butterball turkey has been thawing out. You’ve consulted the instructions a few times, since that turkey isn’t going to be cooking itself.
And then there are the sides and the desserts to prepare – a lot of work for people to just wipe their mouths and then go shopping (if they are so inclined). Did you know the average American will consume 3,000 calories for Thanksgiving dinner alone? Gulp!
Better hunt for the fat pants – you’re gonna need ‘em.
A season of gobbling began with Halloween, then on to Turkey Day.
Now begins a season of indulgence … treats at home, work – everywhere you turn, there are treats to behold. What should you resist? What should you eat? Decisions, decisions – perhaps you’re still on a sugar high from all the leftover Halloween candy. We had such horrid weather Halloween night that not too many kids, nor parents, were traipsing around the neighborhood for a few measly Snickers bars or mini packets of M&Ms. Well, you didn’t want them to go stale, right?
There is fast food to be gobbled up after shop-’til-you-drop days on Black Friday, Small Business Saturday, Cyber Monday – a burger and fries scarfed down while scrolling endlessly through Amazon’s list of sales.
Don’t gobble ’til you wobble or you’ll look like my furry friend above.
You remember Stubby – I first introduced you to him in June of 2018. The day I “met” this little guy, I wondered about that bobbed tail – now it has a shock of white on the end of it. A few days later I had just left a few peanuts on the path by the pavilion area and he lunged to eat those treats, just as a Cooper’s Hawk saw this squirrel as his meal ticket. To my horror, I made Stubby a sitting duck and the hawk aimed right for Stubby, who, evidently had eyes at the back of his head, (just like your mom or your elementary school teachers), and he made a run for it … he didn’t even stop to take a peanut “to go” … he ran under one of the picnic tables in the pavilion and the Cooper’s Hawk, a bit red-faced, made a U-turn and went back to sit on the fence and sulk. I took its photo, albeit blurry – that big bird was no doubt angry, but Stubby’s life was saved. It’s easy to find Stubby, for obvious reasons … he, like Parker, is always front and center when I arrive at the Park.
Lest you think that Stubby got his new moniker of “Chubby” from me feeding him treats like the adult-sized “Nutter Butters”:
… well that would be a misnomer, because those peanutty biscuits were my contribution to the birds, those sparrows that sit and watch my every move, wondering “when will Linda will bring treats for us?”
Well, just like the squirrels are piggy at your backyard feeder, Stubby made it a point to misappropriate the Nutter Butters for himself. Poor birdies. It looks like Stubby had second thoughts about stuffing his face with that Nutter Butter, but eventually threw caution to the wind and ate it in front of the sparrows. That’s not cool Stubby.
Stubby may look roly-poly now, but it is not all my doing! Mother Nature has helped out by providing Stubby, just like the other chubby squirrels, with an added layer of fat and thicker fur, to thwart the Winter cold. I am not only picking on Stubby; here are some of his brethren:
Can you pinch an inch of fat? Looks like this pudgy peanut pal can:
So as we near closer to a day of turkey with the trimmings and slices of pumpkin pie with generous dollops of whipped cream, kindly remember your jeans and how painful tight pants can be when you can’t breathe in ’em. Or maybe just print out a picture of this guy below?
[Butterball pictures courtesy of Pinterest]