Saturday, November 19, 2016

Not Quite A Butterball

This morning I awoke to two wild jake turkeys stuck behind our backyard fence pacing back and forth, back and forth, right in shooting range. The fence is only four feet tall and they can easily hop over it, but they couldn't seem to figure that out. So back and forth, back and forth they paced.



I ran yelling for Bill, "Bill, wake up, wake up! There are two turkeys in the backyard! Bill, quick, get your gun! Bill, wake up! Hurry! Hurry! Hurry!"

Did he hurry? No. Did he rush? No. He calmly walked to the computer and loaded up the TWRA website, turned to me and said, "Turkey season closed on November 4th, can't shoot it."

I gasped! "Nooooo! Thanksgiving is four days away!!! I want a turkey!"

Sadly, my husband obeys the law; however, he was willing to go out back and shoot them with the camera. When he walked out the backdoor, he startled this one so it hopped over the fence and began strolling away!

The other bird began to panic! He was left behind! He began clucking rapidly and pacing quicker, back and forth, faster and faster. Birds of a feather MUST flock together! Even though he had just seen his friend hop the fence, he didn't know what to do. Stupid birds. No matter how many fences they cross in their lifetimes, it is as though everyone is the first.

The free bird began walking toward the driveway. He could hear the panicked calls of his trapped friend, but just continued to meander on toward the road.

In an act of sheer desperation, the trapped bird soared over the fence. He was free! He began to wander down the yard to join his friend for their next adventure.

He paused, looked back at Bill and smirked. They knew hunting season was closed and they were safe. They both laughed all the way down the driveway...until they encounter the next fence for the first time.




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