We got a Christmas letter from our neighbors, as we always do  – it’s kind of a recap to their friends about what has gone down in our neighborhood during the last year.  This one had a sad part – when I jokingly wrote about Jacques and the turkeys a few weeks back, I did not realize that I would be the last person in these parts to see Jacques.  He has disappeared.  They don’t know what happened, nor do I.  Did the turkeys turn on him?  Did they deny him three times before he crowed once a coyote entered the scene? The neighbors built a beautiful hen house for his mistresses.  Did he start to think “don’t fence me in?”

It’s a mystery.  He left as he appeared – on his own terms, with not so much as a hello or goodbye.  Au revoir, Jacques, and wherever you are, laissez les bons temps rouler (that’s the only French I know!)