I know I've been home alone too long when I start to talk to the dog. It's one of the perils of telecommuting--forgetting social conventions, acting like that white fluff ball actually understands English.
But yesterday, it was turkeys.
When Goliath started barking his brains out in our bedroom, I figured some manner of woodland creature was taunting him from the backyard. Turns out, it was about 50 wild turkeys.
Turkeys who I promptly ran after, hollering to get out of my yard and AWAY from my garden.
|It's not uncommon to hear turkeys on the roof.
Consequently, I instigated a turkey flying contest.
|Turkey escape. They must have sensed a good cook nearby.
One by one, they jumped off the roof of our neighbor's shed and out of nearby oak trees.
|The toms used less elegant form.
Meanwhile, I stood by taking pictures.
Laughing out loud.
And I admit, scoring the landings.
|Pretty elegant for a turkey.
And then I realized, I wasn't alone.
|Pictured: About a third of the flock.
Yep, I startled a neighbor who looked up from her raking quizzically, staring, head slightly cocked.
|I'm glad our turkeys are peaceable. The flock at T's work gets aggressive. Like chasing people and cars aggressive!
Now at this point, you might think I quieted down.
But no. I owned my crazy and continued to laugh, photograph and comment on the turkey flights.
All this is to say: Happy Thanksgiving!
|One of these ones flies not like the other ones!
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