How's this for a cheerful Monday morning post? Remember the wild turkeys from one of my very first posts called Bourbon? Well those turkeys just had babies! My sister Michele emailed these photos to me. She took them through her kitchen window so as not to scare the little guys off, but I wish she would try to get a few clearer shots before they get any bigger. They must be only a few days old because they are so tiny, as far as turkeys go. I am wondering what kind of sound they make. Is it like a chirping gobble gobble or more like the peep peep of a baby chick? Did you know baby turkeys are called poults? Well now you do, so you learned something new and useful today. Hopefully Michele will update us with their progress from time to time.
Yesterday I went up to the Conservatory Garden to check out the seasonal changes. It was all summery, lush and green. The tulips and daffodils have been replaced by roses and peonies. Unfortunately I had not been to the garden since April, so I missed the lilacs and wisteria, my two favorites.
Friday night Hussein threw a spectacular birthday party for Sara at The Private Roof Club and Garden at the Gramercy Park Hotel. Delicious cocktails and hors d'oeuvres were in abundance and were followed by a sit down dinner for 40 guests. The sun was setting as we arrived and the light slowly changed from twilight to darkness, when the garden was lit with candles and twinkling lights.
Doesn't Sara look divine in her new Dolce & Gabbana party dress? Hussein, you look cute too, but don't think I didn't notice you ordered Chardonnay against my specific instructions, forcing me to load up on way too many margaritas!