Birthday Turkeys

Well if it isn't one thing it is another.
This week it has been Turkeys. The week started with me seeing turkeys on the way to Danbury on Sunday. Plus one eagle out by St. Croix State Park. Then on the way to work Monday there were big flocks, including a flock crossing the road precisely where I hit a deer with my car 18 months ago. They were actually following the deer trail. There were about a dozen.
So that afternoon I went to the cities to Maya's birthday party. Met mi esposa and stuck around in the Heavy Snow Warning zone so long that we could not get to Danbury that night, so we stayed and slept in the BIG CITY.
Roads were slippery and wet on Tuesday. It takes about an hour and a half to drive, when you stop for gas and coffee, from New Brighton to Sandstone, from the driveway to the desk.
Without hope in our life, what is the point? Of Anything?
Without hope, does beauty exist?
Eagles are beautiful to me. But why?
Sunsets are beautiful to me. But why?
With the Ropes of the Past We Ring the Bells of the Future. (Evansville Senior Class 1968)