March 22, 2007
I've postponed this post because I had hoped to get a picture, but no luck.
Tuesday as Annie and I went to school, I came around the garden and had a view of the road for about sixty yards. Maybe it was 185.743672 feet. Well, after making the corner, the blasted shrubs growing on the adjacent property blocked my view. I'll vent on that jerk another time. At any rate, during those couple of seconds of clarity, I saw something up the road. My first thought was that someone was sitting on the road. It was a little after eight in the morning. Why would someone be sitting on the road? Well, it was just the immediate thought given the sensory information I had received. Annie was talking about I don't know what, and I was still looking at the road. We came around a particularly large outcropping of brush, and I saw what it was: a very healthy Tom Turkey.
Annie was ecstatic. We were actually later than normal for going to school, but we took the time to watch Tom and his girlfriend cross the road. I had seen them (I'm sure it was the same couple) on Highway 9 the day before. Apparently they are looking for a new home. I told Annie lots of stories from my history with turkeys. Tom was beautiful, by the way. He fluffed out in total spendor, and showed all his colors. We were enthralled.
A few of the stories that I told Annie required (yes, really required) me to make a turkey gobble. She chuckled and I've had to repeat the sound too many times. She hadn't heard it, though, and was anxious to hear it for herself. You know. The real sound, and not Daddy's version. The next morning, I got up early as usual. Around quarter to seven, I went out to feed Tolkien, and heard gobbling. I ran inside and told Annie (who was faking sleeping) that she needed to put her shoes on immediately. We rushed out to the deck to hear... silence. Well, almost silence. My neighbor was getting ready to go to work and had the car on. Damned thing was like a nest of hornets. Then I heard it. Annie didn't. But he kept on announcing the dawn of a new day. Finally, Annie heard it, too. Her face lit up, and she exclaimed, "he sounds funny!" Well, they are turkeys. They sound funny.
When we returned home that evening, we kept our eyes out for them, but didn't see anything. After homework, however, I went out to feed Tolkien and I saw the hen in the yard. I heard him again this morning, so I hope he likes the area, and they move in. If they do, and I can keep my neighbors from hunting them, we could have a new form of wildlife. Very cool.
Gobbledy-gook...
Tuesday as Annie and I went to school, I came around the garden and had a view of the road for about sixty yards. Maybe it was 185.743672 feet. Well, after making the corner, the blasted shrubs growing on the adjacent property blocked my view. I'll vent on that jerk another time. At any rate, during those couple of seconds of clarity, I saw something up the road. My first thought was that someone was sitting on the road. It was a little after eight in the morning. Why would someone be sitting on the road? Well, it was just the immediate thought given the sensory information I had received. Annie was talking about I don't know what, and I was still looking at the road. We came around a particularly large outcropping of brush, and I saw what it was: a very healthy Tom Turkey.
Annie was ecstatic. We were actually later than normal for going to school, but we took the time to watch Tom and his girlfriend cross the road. I had seen them (I'm sure it was the same couple) on Highway 9 the day before. Apparently they are looking for a new home. I told Annie lots of stories from my history with turkeys. Tom was beautiful, by the way. He fluffed out in total spendor, and showed all his colors. We were enthralled.
A few of the stories that I told Annie required (yes, really required) me to make a turkey gobble. She chuckled and I've had to repeat the sound too many times. She hadn't heard it, though, and was anxious to hear it for herself. You know. The real sound, and not Daddy's version. The next morning, I got up early as usual. Around quarter to seven, I went out to feed Tolkien, and heard gobbling. I ran inside and told Annie (who was faking sleeping) that she needed to put her shoes on immediately. We rushed out to the deck to hear... silence. Well, almost silence. My neighbor was getting ready to go to work and had the car on. Damned thing was like a nest of hornets. Then I heard it. Annie didn't. But he kept on announcing the dawn of a new day. Finally, Annie heard it, too. Her face lit up, and she exclaimed, "he sounds funny!" Well, they are turkeys. They sound funny.
When we returned home that evening, we kept our eyes out for them, but didn't see anything. After homework, however, I went out to feed Tolkien and I saw the hen in the yard. I heard him again this morning, so I hope he likes the area, and they move in. If they do, and I can keep my neighbors from hunting them, we could have a new form of wildlife. Very cool.
Gobbledy-gook...