Turkeys Are On The Run

It's a bad time of year to be a turkey. There was a knock on my back door last night. It turned out to be a scared, wild turkey ("wild" meaning living in the wild). I'm hiding him in my bedroom closet. I will let him out in a few days. Of course, he will still have to worry about becoming someone's Christmas dinner. There's always something to worry about.
There was a time, many moons ago (long ago), when people had to go out and hunt a wild turkey for their Thanksgiving dinner. And there are still some who do that. But now, most people simply buy a frozen turkey from the local supermarket, and then cook it themselves. Some families, like mine, buy a complete pre-cooked dinner, and then simply heat it all up on the stove on Thanksgiving morning. A much easier way of having a big meal, with much less trouble to prepare.
Thanksgiving originally was a celebration of survival by the original pilgrim settlers. Many of the first pilgrims died during the first winter in the New World. So after the following harvest, the survivors had a big gathering to celebrate their survival, and I imagine, to remember all those who did not survive.
And for me as well, this is a holiday of not just giving thanks for all we have, but it is also a holiday of remembrance for all those close to us we have lost, and all those now gone who have contributed to our lives. Many of whom we have never met.
And it is good to be thankful and remember all those who have come into our lives, past and present. For they have made our lives rich, indeed.