On Saturday we went to one of my favorite craft festivals — the Mossy Creek Barnyard Festival.

I have been going there since I was a child and I still just adore it.

(Confession: As a child I remember being super excited that one of the booths let you decorate a huge cookie with as much icing as you wanted for $1. Dude. I loaded my cookie up! It was awesome.)

Anyway, even without icing caked cookies — it’s amazing.

It’s in the woods, there is good food, lots of neat crafts, music and — of course! — clogging.

Oh, and there’s a turkey.

(Or two if you count Tom. Or three if you count me.)

His mouth is full of hot dog. After he finished this one, he wanted more. At first I didn’t believe him but he was pretty insistent so we bought him another one. He ate the whole thing! Apparently he doesn’t need icing covered cookies to enjoy the festival.

Tom had never seen a turkey before. He calmly studied it for awhile…

…before deciding it was TOTALLY AWESOME and so he waved at it.

Oh, and he talked to it.

And followed it around.

And tried to touch its ugly head.

The End.

(Side note: A pig snorted loudly while he was near it and now he’s scared of pigs. As in, when I read a book and pointed at the pig like I normally do, he said “I’m scared.” Thanks, mean Mossy pig!)

I took Tom on his first hayride. He did great. He just sat beside me and observed. He didn’t throw hay, he didn’t try to jump out — he just sat there.

I think he almost went to sleep.

Silly, turkey.