Thanksgiving

The other Sunday I was driving down a leafy street and saw a squirrel in the road dragging an entire ear of decorative corn! Just as fancy as you please, pulling his trophy by the decorative tassel doodad...


Here was a squirrel who had had enough!


Enough scrounging for acorns! ENOUGH patiently waiting for the trees to drop their bounty, all manna-like!

He saw an opportunity on a neighborhood porch and he took it.


Later that day I saw a crow dragging a bale of hay across a highway ramp...


I also wonder if the squirrel went back into the underbrush and through some hedges into a subterranean cavern where he was met by some smiling, beneficent harvest deity, someone like this:





















(semi-relatedly, I also hope, on a trip we hope to make soon to Chicago, to find a inexpensive but great-quality large no-stick frying pan at a neighborhood kitchen supply shop, and to dither with myself about whether to buy a microplane or a mandoline, then, that night to decide, yes, I should have bought both; but on returning the next day to purchase these items, to find a vacant lot, just nothing, where the shop had stood. The shop had never been there [eerie wind noise]..!)