Thursday evening had a full moon rising over the hill.  Unfortunately the iPhone does not do it justice.  It was impressive.

The turkey poults continue to grow and develop.  I am fascinated with them each day.

Jameson started eating some grain on Friday morning.  Unfortunately not eating much but is also nibbling on hay and grass.  He is continuing to nurse on Sonja, his grandmother.  But he does not seem to be getting enough milk, and we are having to bottle feed twice per day.  I have kept trying to get Summer to accept him, but it is not happening.  So today she is moved to a far field and will be allowed to dry up.

Tom took his 2025 Honda Trail 125 out on a spin on Saturday.  He went to Anacortes and enjoyed the sights including the halibut derby.

On Sunday we decided to participate in the Mountain Film Festival in Concrete.  I particularly wanted to see the Mountain Runners.  They had showed it before, but I wasn’t able to see it.  I had read about the story but now was finally able to see the movie.  It is about the marathon race that was held between 1911 and 1913 that ran from Bellingham to the summit of Mount Baker and back to Bellingham.  It is a crazy, fascinating story that was well presented in this movie.  Highly recommended.

We then headed next door to the historic Hub Tavern for a late lunch.  The backbar and matching 30 foot mahogany front bar were brought here in 1912.  It is impressive.  We had nice meals of hamburger and halibut and chips. The plan was to see the third movie of the day, Train Dreams, but we decided not to wait until 5:00 to see it.  So instead we cheated and watched it on Netflix at home.  It was a hauntingly beautiful and tragic movie that I also would highly recommend.

Today we rotated the critters and were able to let the old skinny sheep onto pasture for the first time this year.  I think they really appreciated it.

There is a little bird that has been hanging out on the lilac outside the window by my computer desk.  It was attacking the reflection in the window, but it now just flying near it.  It is not a great photo but wondering if it could be a nuthatch.

I have been exploring cocktails from a book that Tom got for me for Christmas.  It is Home Bartending Mastery.  I have been enjoying the book until today when I read the introduction to chapter 4.

The “red-headed stepchild” comment hit me hard.  I am a red-headed stepchild and have two red-headed step-children.  This phrase is meant to imply neglected, unwanted, or mistreated.  It was born out of anti-Irish sentiment in the United States and concerns that a red-haired child born to non-red-haired parents led to suspicion of adultery.  There is also the phrase “beaten like a red-headed stepchild” which is even worse.  I definitely know that there are worse phrases to use about people with much worse history and implications but still.   Can’t we stop using these phrase that are based on stereotypes and an ugly history?  These terms are hurtful and unnecessary.  I did send a message to the author of the book. Not sure if he will read it or respond.