A Turkey Tale

On Christmas Eve eleven turkeys showed up at our bird feeder. They look like little old men, bobbing and weaving, clucking and wobbling as they walk. I am mesmerized by the twice-daily dance they do near our house.

It is comical to watch them, especially when they argue over who is to be the "sentry" while they feast. Invariably one is singled out to stand on the knoll and watch. For what, I'm not sure. Predators, I imagine.

Personally I'd like to see a wild beast come snarling over the hill, intent on chasing the feathered feeders. I wouldn't want to see the beast kill one of the turkeys. I've gotten pretty attached to them. Well, maybe not attached, exactly. Intrigued is more like it. And that's the draw of a snarling beast chasing them from their cozy spot. I'd like to see what they'd do, how they'd react. Like to see their feathers ruffled. My husband says turkeys can fly pretty fast when they've got to. I'd like to see that, see them flap those big wings and lift off the ground.

I'm hoping to get a "good" picture of the turkey mob. One where they're all looking my way and saying "cheese." Smiling, maybe. If I do, I'll post it here.

Bought the Farm

Before my husband retired we bought a farm. An old, neglected farm, complete with ramshackle barns, a pond and rusty old farm equipment. The farm is in the middle of nowhere, on a winding lane in the hills where no one ventures. It is Paradise.

There are no animals on the farm anymore. Just me and my husband and our two cats. What's that? Oh, Mimi and Piglet aren't animals! Certainly not! Why, the very idea of it! No, no, Mimi and Piglet are not ordinary cats...not like those domesticated felines other households keep. No, they are much, much more. But I digress. More about Mimi and Piglet later. For now, shall we simply agree that there are no animals on our farm? Hmm?

So here we are, two folks from the New York City area living on a seen-better-days farm, miles from family and friends and far removed from the bustling lifestyle we once knew. From time to time I'll fill you in on what's happening here on the farm. Particularly, on what's going on in the garden because I've found I like playing in the dirt. Who would have guessed?