Tornado season is once again upon us.
The Tennessee Valley endured a sleepless night of horrendous winds, today was filled with much of the same, tornado sirens, trees uprooted, and roofs blown off.
Thankfully there was no loss of life.
The morning mists settled over the drenched landscape, a serene yet eerily silent mirage, showing little sign of earlier ruination.
Oliver thought it best to watch all the mayhem from indoors.
We reached a balmy 65 degrees here today, not your typical January weather.
Late afternoon the wild turkeys came a trotting, since the young poults are now grown, the flock has grown to forty six.
There seems to be a lot of flapping wings and flaring tails, in an effort to show dominance amongst the males.