This bird has been wishing you a Happy Thanksgiving since 2008. First he was too scrawny to eat, then eventually he was too old to eat. Yet he is still around, freeloading and having a scratching, squawking good time. He knows now, I think, that the axe is no longer
a threat and that he will ultimately die a natural death. barring a possible coyote. But he is pretty wily. The bird, I mean. The Coyote is Wiley.