I’m afraid I have no turkey drawings to offer today, only one of this beautiful and tragic pheasant. He was shot by a friend a few weeks ago, and given, along with another one, as a gift to my husband. When I saw my kitchen full of flying feathers, I heroically pulled out my water soluble colored pencils to draw him, and then ran off to the movies. By the time I got home it was all cleaned up, and we thoroughly enjoyed roasted pheasant twice that week.
I hope everyone in the US, and all of us expats, enjoys a wonderful Thanksgiving with family and friends, no matter what you have for dinner.