As it got all windy and drizzly again this morning, I oddly thought the marsh was especially magical and beautiful. The sunflowers and susans competing with the early tinges of fall color are set off by the deep grays of the sky and the deeper color of soaked foliage. Even the deck and the house are more photogenic in the drippy, moody weather.
I could see it all from my chair, but I got up to savor it more closely. There were five turkeys marching along on the west side of the yard by the big rock. And another bunch pecking at Turkey brunch around the willow to the east. All unfazed by the primeval gloom. As I opened the door a single large Turkey goes running the length of the yard.
I agree with Sam. They feel more like dinosaurs than birds. And when they run it is very reminiscent of the Velociraptors in Jurassic Park.
Our dinos could use a new name.
Turkiraptor?
Waddlasaurus?
I think you could make a scary movie with footage of herds of turkeys running. Of course you’d need a ‘turkey wrangler’. And a notice that no birds were harmed in the making of this movie.
As I was riffing on my imaginary turkey movie, I thought back to the magnificent fans they displayed earlier in the year. Their inflated and alluring (to girl turkeys) selves stunning and stately opposites of speedy raptors. Since we now believe dinosaurs were more colorful and richly plumed than leathery skinned lizards, I wonder if any of them could display like a turkey’s fan.
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