We have wild turkeys in our neighborhood. I see them pretty regularly this time of year. I think they might be trying to lay low since Thanksgiving is coming up. Probably think that hanging out in backyards is less dangerous. I swear the other day I was jogging and I looked into the horse pasture and I counted 12 wild turkeys hanging out with the horses. I really think they were trying to blend in so no one would notice them. It must be pretty stressful to be a turkey in November.
Since the turkey didn’t seem to mind that I was taking his picture I proceeded to follow him. He stared at me with his one beady eye when I tried to follow him into the woods.
I wasn’t scared. I kept following. But then I noticed he gave me his meanest stare down.
So I wasn’t exactly scared, but felt I had invaded his privacy for long enough. I left him alone and went for my jog. I was walking up my driveway on my way back, minding my own business and in my own little world, when I looked up and was greeted by that same turkey. It seems I’ve made a friend. I wonder if he’ll invite his other 11 friends over. Maybe they’ll try to blend in with our two dogs. At least until after Thanksgiving.