[Schrodinger's Cat]

I think it was a delayed grief response to the death of one of his peacocks last summer. Apparently, a fox or something got it. My sister was up in Aspen for the summer and had rented a condo in the vicinity of Mr. Thompson's residence. She jogs every morning and one day she came across the remains of one of Mr. Thompson's birds on the jogging trail that passes near the edge of the former Mr. Thompson's digs. She told her son (my nephew) about it, and the kid went down there and grabbed the dead bird and plucked every feather he could that was still in reasonable shape. No doubt my nephew will soon be offering these priceless momentos for sale on e-bay!