Thursday, September 10, 2009
The wandering Wild Turkeys are playing in the road again. This is becoming, if not a daily occurrence, at least a common one. In the question of whether turkeys are the smartest or the dumbest, I’m starting to lean towards dumbest with this group.
They stop traffic, not because of their rarity, but so people don’t have turkey splattered all over the cars. And even when people stop, that doesn’t hurry them across the road. If anything, they move slower or stop entirely when a car nears.
"What’s that?" they seem to say, all stopping to look at the approaching car.
"I don’t know but it’s not a turkey."
"Big, though, isn’t it?"
"Very. Weird color, too."
"Why are its eyes so bright?"
"No idea. Maybe it’s an owl."
"No. Can’t be. I don’t see any wings."
"Silly. Owls are myths."
"No, they’re not. Tom roosted in a tree with one once."
"Tom was drunk on those wineberries."
"What should we do?"
"Let’s ignore it. Maybe it will go away."