Everyone stops for the turkeys, some people have even put up those yellow diamond warning signs, “Wild Turkey Crossing” in order to warn those new to the area that these birds mean business. Want to be the bad guy? Don’t stop for the turkeys – word will get around soon enough. A dead turkey on the side of the road is cause for a collective town sigh. One of our turkeys is gone. Darn.
Saturday morning, I was in the car with Emma and sure enough, we came across a turkey parade. About 20 turkeys were lined up to cross the road.
One. At. A . Time.
But we didn’t mind. Just like everyone else in town, we like the turkeys, oh sure sometimes they come into your yard to eat the feed you had put out for your chickens, and sometimes you have to stop to let them pass (even though you are late for your appointment), but all-in-all, in a time when kids text each other because they are laughing about a video and when a hand written letter is a cause for celebration, our turkeys are a constant reminder to our town that there’s a whole big world out there that is never really that far away.
All you have to do is look.
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Wendy Thomas writes about the lessons learned while raising children and chickens in New Hampshire. Contact her at Wendy@SimpleThrift.com
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