As our endless summer transitions to fall, I look forward to Nov. 2 and Dia de los Muertos.
This year, in lieu of honoring only those already dead, I entreat city and county Animal Control to form a band of turkey vigilantes to both rid San Luis Obispo of a destructive flock of wild banditos, and feed the homeless in the process.
The few wild turkeys that annually destroy my garden have remained unchecked to continually outwit my efforts to keep them afield.
They now thrive and have become a plundering horde numbering in the dozens.
I can imagine the appreciative delight if all that potential free-range Thanksgiving meat reached the dining tables of homeless shelter recipients throughout the area.
San Luis Obispo
It’s that time again. I don’t mean the holidays. It’s duck-hunting season.
Loud things like helicopters and motorcycles scare my dog, but gun shots are what really petrify her. For the next two months she and I will avoid taking walks in town.
She’ll hear the blasts and hide. I’ll think of the poor ducks and chide those hunters out on the bay by the town that prides itself as a bird sanctuary.