After eating breakfast this morning, the better-half and I sat at the kitchen table enjoying our coffee and looking out the window. I said, feeling a little glum, “I’m looking for turkeys, but there aren’t any”. And, not more than a few seconds later, I said “wait there are”. We got out the binoculars and watched a handful of turkeys have their morning meal.
There are several really awesome things about this little scene. We are lucky enough to have the means to eat whatever we want and as much as we want. We have a kitchen table (our other house had the world’s smallest kitchen) where we can sit and enjoy food and conversation. We own property that is perfect for animals and animal watching (semi-secluded, source of water, plenty of vegetation).
We have a lot of turkeys here too. Mostly we can just hear them in the woods. One year though, on Thanksgiving Day (!), I looked out in the yard, and there was a whole family, walking through the side yard, with a tom in full feather spread. We yelled at them to run, run for your lives!!!
That is hilarious.