October 25, 2014 – An amazing thing happened today! A rafter of wild turkeys paraded single file from the conservation land behind our house, across the side yard, past Yoga Rock, through the grove, in front of Mom as she was walking back down the driveway with the mail, along the north edge of our property and back into the woods again. I was enjoying a scoopful of pellets from the feeder when I heard Peaches running by Coop #3, her voice loud and bright with excitement.
“THE TURKEYS ARE COMING THROUGH! THE TURKEYS ARE COMING THROUGH!” she sang.
Immediately, the entire flock dropped what they were doing and fell into formation at the end of the driveway. We made it in time to watch the magnificent poultry pass by in a regal procession. As they did, we raised our wings in salute to show our respect for those who continue to live free.
“That was something, wasn’t it?” I said to Violet who was standing next to me.
“It sure was,” she replied shaking her head. “God love ’em. There’s something to be said about staying true to your roots.”
“HERE, CHICK, CHICK, CHICKS!” Mom called snapping us out of our reverie.
“WHOO HOO! WATERMELON!” I cheered, slapping Violet good-naturedly on the shoulder and racing her to the chicken yard.
Snacks. It’s one of the reasons I don’t live free in the woods.