I love Thanksgiving Day because it serves as a little reminder for me to stop and think about all of God's blessings in my life. I have to admit I also love the meal. Here we cook chicken instead of turkey . Chicken tastes good, but I imagine it to be actual morsels of juicy, delicious turkey. I take time with my wife and children to count our blessings. As we remember those thankful moments we are struck by empty seats and lack of rustle and bustle. We miss our moms, dads, grandmas, grandpas, uncles, aunts, cousins and friends.
"Now doc, don't be afraid to tell me if I'm gonna die soon," my 76-year-old patient with sever heart failure was telling me last week as we talked in his home in a nearby village. Three months earlier he was in the hospital. Now, because of the unusually cold winter weather, he was hesitant to come to the clinic and I'd been seeing him at home every few weeks since to adjust his medicines.
When the black kite is high in the air he calls loudly, but once he spots his prey he goes silent and starts to circle, lower and lower, each circle tighter than the one before, until he is at about the height of my rooftop. Eying Tilley and her eight little chicks, just a few day old, as they scratch around the yard looking for whatever chooks look for in the dirt.