Turkeys Breakfast at the Beck Restaurant
As Dad (Ivan) and I worked the fields together, Dad on the tractor - me on the planter, he would stop the tractor and point to something he wanted me to see.
One vivid memory is watching a bird ( a killdeer) which appeared to have a broken wing, hopping about on the ground nearby. She was trying to draw us away
from her nest cradled on the ground nearby.
Like my Dad, I want my kids to take time out to enjoy the creations of nature, as my father did for me.
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