Wednesday, November 24, 2004
visitation...by a turkey
  | Sometime around twenty years ago, and around this time of the year, this errant turkey wandered into my parents' yard and hung out on our front porch for a few days. We lived in a little devlopment in the woods (and by "development" I mean there were a few other other houses that we could see, and we had a paved road, but we didn't have city water/sewer etc.) which was right over a ridge from a valley full of farms—including one full of turkeys. We think this particular turkey was just out looking for adventure one day and escaped over the ridge. My dad was the only person I knew who didn't hunt, and boy was I ever glad, because I didn't want him to shoot this particular turkey, who showed so much spunk. I'm sure someone did end up getting the turkey, because one day it just stopped coming 'round. A better ending to this story would be "and the turkey lived happily ever after and we never ate turkey again, after spending quality time with this lovely bird" so let's just imagine that's the ending. |
