As my girlfriends and I sat around my kitchen this evening eating a delicious dinner and doing some long overdue catching up, my attention was suddenly diverted to ‘something HUGE’ that seemed to fall into the backyard. Not wanting to interrupt the conversation, I moved into the other room to get a better look at what I assumed was a cat – a big cat – that had made it’s way onto our property.
I felt like it took a few seconds for my eyes to process what I was seeing before screaming to the girls that there was a turkey in my backyard. Yes, you read that right. A turkey.
Chaos ensued as we all scrambled to get our cameras and cellphones before he flew off. But to our surprise, he found himself a comfy spot on our rickety old fence and let the paparazzi get their fill before heading to the front yard and down the street.
I wonder how far he made it. Hopefully all the way back home, where ever that may be.
Dan - Bizarre! I wouldn’t have believed you if you didn’t have photographic evidence. Why is the fence so bendy?
Alicia - I can’t believe I missed him.
Sonja - You may need to give him a name. Five big ones just like that walked across my in-laws front lawn every morning for about a week before they moved on.
Auntie Kris - If you lived in full-on farm country, I’d think OK…that’s fairly reasonable. But your neighborhood is not farm-y at all. Where did he come from? Where was he going? Questions which will remain unanswered, I assume.