Today I was wrestling with the side door to the garage when I heard an almighty noise. It sounded for all the world as if every piece of siding on our clapboard house had suddenly come loose and was flapping in the wind like a bunch of manic football rattles. I stared, open-mouthed. The neighbours' cat jumped up from sleeping in the sun and stared, open-mouthed, as a huge wild turkey launched itself from the general direction of the woodpile and hurtled up into the branches of the tall oak tree by the road.
When I finally found my camera, it was still up there, gobbling away, but only long enough for me to get a single picture from out of an upstairs window.
Then it hurtled off again, wings whirring, towards the house across the road. I wonder if this was an offspring of the mother turkey who famously taught her family to fly off our sunlounger
. Could it also be a solution to the woodpile
All I can say is, there's never a dull moment here.
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