Or Getting Cereus. So after a strong cup of coffee, I was off to hunt turkeys and flowers in the Cuyamaca Mountains.
With shooting equipment in hand, I quietly approached the direction of turkeys gobbling in the brush. A turkey hen and her poults emerged in the sunlight.
and the Wild Rose, Rosa virginiana…
I then sat back and listened to turkey-in-the straw as I contemplated my next article, “Getting hitched”.