We were coming back from a quick trip to town to get a few cans extra of pet food. We wanted to have enough on hand in case our trip to 'Bama goes into Saturday and the cat and dog think their stomachs are dining on their backbones. It's bad enough the cat still hasn't adjusted to Daylight Savings Time and serenades us at 11AM instead of 12PM. She is in the habit of rowling out when she gets hungry and the established feeding time used to be noon. So what if she's an hour off by the clock. Her tummy still rumbles and she still sings for her dinner to be dished up on her own time table. If she wore a watch, things might be better. But, I digress.
The car was pointed down the highway and we had just crested the big hill on the Branford Highway and were coasting down the south slope. I glanced over at the small pond to the right and let my eyes slip across the view from the water to the grass in the yard. I saw two large and really dark birds stalking along the inside fence line. I pulled my eyes back to the road ahead of me and told T., "I think I just saw turkeys in that yard!" He wanted to know where and I told him they were in the yard of the house with the pond. He said he hadn't seen them and told me to double back to let him take a look. We whipped the block at the next corner and came back around to the main highway again. As soon as traffic was clear, I turned northward and we drove back the way we had just come. After we cleared the tree line, T. proclaimed, "Yes - I see them. They're turkeys." Good to have my observation confirmed.
I started up the hill again but as we came to the driveway for the house, I told T. I was going to swing around and take another look. There was no objection to the plan, so I made a small circle in the driveway and headed back downhill towards the south. Sure enough, there were two huge tom turkeys parading in the yard. They were of a size to feast upon! As we drew abreast of the pair, one lifted and soared across the fence into the enclosed yard. I guess he had seen our car circling around and he probably got a bit nervous, imagining the rifle being poked out the side windows on our next pass.
Little did he know that these pioneers are used to procuring their turkeys in the frozen wastes of the nearest Publix or Walmart cold case. May those two majestic turkeys can live a long life and enjoy lots of happy Thanksgivings in peace and prosperity.
We wish you the same!
2 comments:
Wow, turkeys as pets, or for dinner. Not sure about that one. If I became attached to a turkey as a pet, he or she would have a better chance for survival especially around Thanksgiving.
LOL, that's why the birds run so fast across the yard when they realize you've spotted them. They know that this close to the holiday, you're not about to give them a name!
Gobble, Gobble, Gobble, Blam, Blam!
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