Driving home the other day, three large, dark birds flew low over the road—hillside to hillside—in front of my car. What the heck? I first thought vultures but the girth wasn't right. Too chunky, too heavy in the stern. Their flight was labored, like me flapping my arms trying to get airborne.
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As I passed the site, I discovered three wild turkeys strutting up the hill away from the road.
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Yes, Virginia, not only is there a Santa Claus, but turkeys indeed do fly, at least the wild ones, the domesticated gobblers can barely even walk, too heavy in the bulbous bow.
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- Photo by Cody Pope
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2 comments:
Two years in a row there have been a "flock" of turkeys in exactly the same place at about the same time each year--and of all places in a very small field next to a busy parkway in Chattanooga. Next year I will look for them!
Yes Peggy.
Turkeys have certainly made a comeback.
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