I know I’ve been home alone too long when I start to talk to the dog. It’s one of the perils of telecommuting–forgetting social conventions, acting like that white fluff ball actually understands English.
But yesterday, it was turkeys.
When Goliath started barking his brains out in our bedroom, I figured some manner of woodland creature was taunting him from the backyard. Turns out, it was about 50 wild turkeys.
|It’s not uncommon to hear turkeys on the roof.|
Turkeys who I promptly ran after, hollering to get out of my yard and AWAY from my garden.
|Turkey escape. They must have sensed a good cook nearby.|
Consequently, I instigated a turkey flying contest.
|The toms used less elegant form.|
One by one, they jumped off the roof of our neighbor’s shed and out of nearby oak trees.
Meanwhile, I stood by taking pictures.
Laughing out loud.
|Pretty elegant for a turkey.|
And I admit, scoring the landings.
|Pictured: About a third of the flock.|
And then I realized, I wasn’t alone.
|I’m glad our turkeys are peaceable. The flock at T’s work gets aggressive. Like chasing people and cars aggressive!|
Yep, I startled a neighbor who looked up from her raking quizzically, staring, head slightly cocked.
Now at this point, you might think I quieted down.
But no. I owned my crazy and continued to laugh, photograph and comment on the turkey flights.
|One of these ones flies not like the other ones!|
All this is to say: Happy Thanksgiving!
Day 2- Project Green Thumbs Season 5, winter edition!
Day 3- Things I’d rather do instead of “killing my darlings”
Day 4- A grateful heart: A man who understands writing deadlines
Day 5- Velveting: The secret to restaurant quality Chinese chicken
Day 6- Note: “Tea bagger” is NOT the same as “tea party”
Day 7- A moment in travel
Day 8- Fall in the desert
Day 9- The world’s best salted caramel brownies
Day 10- It’s not everyday someone throws a fish at you: Berryessa Gap Paella Cook-off
Day 11- Thank you, veterans
Day 12- Flying history: Buzzing around in the Boeing Stearman biplane