Our town has a couple of turkeys. I know you’re thinking, “My town has MORE than a couple of turkeys!” But, no really, my small town has a couple of real living and breathing turkeys that have decided to make our town their home, and our townspeople have adopted them as our unofficial mascots. Ironically, the turkeys appeared in town a short time before Thanksgiving. Whether they thought their chances of becoming Thanksgiving dinner were less here in town since it’s illegal to fire a firearm within city limits, we may never know. But I do know I was very surprised when I first saw them the day before Thanksgiving. In the midst of Thanksgiving preparations, I decided to go for a run so that I could create a calorie-deficit so my pie-eating could be guilt-free the next day. As I wound my way through town on my regular running route, imagine my surprise when I came upon these two birds: They really weren’t too concerned that this strange human being who was breathing heavily and sweating bullets was taking photos of them. They just nonchalantly crossed from one side of the street to the other, gobbling as they sauntered away. Of course I, knowing that tomorrow was Thanksgiving and what most people were going to dine on for their holiday dinner, wanted to yell at them, “Run for it!” Quickly I learned that these birds had been hanging around our town for several days. Soon they were being spotted from one side of our fair city to the other.
Heading to Pizza Hut for lunch
Paying their water bill at the city building
Peeking in the windows of the elementary school
Waiting on the trains just like the rest of us common folk
One night a few weeks ago, my husband was outside and quickly came inside stating that “something” was in the trees across the street from our house. That “something” was our two resident turkeys who decided the trees were a good place to roost for the night.
How the turkeys got up in the trees is a mystery. They returned the next evening to roost again. I stood in my driveway for several minutes as they strutted around the bottom of the tree and flapped their wings. However, they didn’t get up in the tree until after I went in the house and wasn’t watching them, of course. Apparently the magic of tree roosting is an Ancient Turkey Secret. They could show me but then they’d have to kill me. A few days before Christmas, the turkeys wandered through my yard. I think they had heard that I had already bought ham for our Christmas dinner so so they felt confident that their chances of being “invited to Christmas dinner” were pretty slim. Our turkeys even have their own Facebook page and currently have over 300 followers. They also have been featured on one of the local news stations. These fowls are the most popular thing to hit our town of 1600 residents since, well, perhaps ever? A couple of days after Christmas, I was headed out of town and spotted the turkeys over by the arboretum which is one of our town’s claims to fame (besides the turkeys, of course). They were counting their blessings that both Thanksgiving and Christmas had passed and they were still in possession of all of their feathers. I don’t know how long the turkeys will call our town home. If they ever come to a tragic end, I do know that will cause sadness and grief for their fans. But in the meantime, we will continue to enjoy the antics of our fine-feathered friends.