A few minutes ago I was sitting at the dining room table writing the outline for the last few installments on the serial when I caught a flash of something out of the corner of my eye. Startled, I stood up, grabbed my camera and went to the window.
It was a wild turkey stampede. These guys were running full-out up the road. Which, considering Thanksgiving is just days away, is probably a really good idea...
They made record time up the road...
Then they stopped and bunched together, like they were deciding what to do next: carry on, or drop over the slope. They chose to continue up the road, which was smart. No people, more trees for camouflage, and the wilderness.
I really love turkey. I can't wait for Thanksgiving dinner, or the hot turkey sandwich the next day, or the regular turkey sandwich the day after that. But I really don't want to see my sandwiches running for their lives up my mountain road. Talk about ruining my appetite...
Personally, I really don't care for turkey, and Wild Turkey was what went into the family eggnog during the holidays-hey, my father's southern, and the good whiskey's for sipping. Still, those were adorable photographs.
ReplyDeleteBack when I wasn't too discerning about my whiskey (foolish girl), my choice was Black Jack. Wild Turkey always tasted too...raw.
DeleteSeeing the turkeys was cool. There's nothing like mountain living... ;D
Ha! Amazing shots. They sure look wild ;-)
ReplyDeleteIt was really interesting to watch them. Very Jurassic Park as they ran up the road in a little herd.
DeleteSooo cute! Like a mass escape from Shawshank!
ReplyDeleteThey're all breathing (gobbling?) a sigh of relief and hoping you destroy the evidence.
I keep thinking of the penguin in Madagascar... "you didn't see anything!"
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The penguin...LOL...good one.
DeleteAs long as they stay up here on the mountain, they're safe...which I think they must have already figured out.