I almost had supper

[westerling]

...if I weren't a vegetarian. On the way to work this evening, I nearly nearly hit a wild turkey. I'm pretty sure I left rubber on the road, not to mention skidding on the winter sand. *screech* It was a BIG bird...a full grown adult. If it hadn't taken off at the last minute, it would've been roasted, and we would've had a nice dent in the front of the car.

*whew*

Good things those things can fly.
The meat-eating spouse was a little disappointed, though.

Comments

[t-ktl.livejournal.com]

Where I'm from, people swerve for dinner. :-) It's occasionally a little terrifying.

[westerling.livejournal.com]

It is turkey season out here, I think. Not that I have a permit. I do know someone in VT who once hit some kind of bird and brought it home...and then the game warden showed up at his house and made him pay a fine. I forgot what kind of bird it was, but he didn't think he was doing anything wrong. It was something edible, that much I remember. :)

There are all kinds of English folksongs about poachers---and the poachers, of course, are usually the heroes, while the game warden is either an idiot or a villain for shooting the fair flower of _____ (fill in the blank).

Lynne remembers the wild turkeys

[(Anonymous)]

I saw a dead turkey on the road today on my way in to boston to see my family. Thought of you, of course.

When we lived in Hawley there was a fairly large flock of wild turkeys living on our land. We found them remarkably reluctant to fly--mostly they just walked around. One day in the middle of a huge snow storm 17 of them walked down the driveway and hung a right through the dell and continued on into the field beyond. They looked like dark little dwarfs rather than huge birds. It was one of those sublimely surreal moments when we realized we didn't live in New York City anymore.

But the turkey on the road today was kind of sad, even more so because of the rain, I don't know why.

Re: Lynne remembers the wild turkeys

[westerling.livejournal.com]

Thought of you, of course.

LOL!! I know what you mean, but it does make it sound like I remind you of dead turkeys. :D Do I?

Turkeys look like small dinosaurs, I think. If that theory is true about dinos evolving into birds---well, turkeys are your man, is all I can say. :)

A few years ago, there was a flock of turkeys roaming up by the chicken farm near my parents' land. One chicken apparently impressed upon the turkeys rather than its parent and that fall, the turkeys would show up in the field, and there would be this one chicken in the middle of them, or scrambling behind, trying to keep up. That was probably the world's happiest chicken, although after the winter, we never saw it again. Briefly the world's happiest chicken, I guess. Roaming around with the Gallinaceous Nobility.

Re: Lynne remembers the wild turkeys

[(Anonymous)]

Sorry for the unfortunate grammatical construction. No, you do not remind me of a wild turkey. Wild, perhaps. But definitely not a turkey.

I'm still working on the idea of a happy chicken, and who that might remind me of. But did I ever tell you about the dancing chicken in chinatown?

Re: Lynne remembers the wild turkeys

[westerling.livejournal.com]

No! I want to hear about it.

I kinda want to post that story about the chicken as a regular journal entry.