Although we are used to Mr. and Mrs. Cardinal who come back to us every spring and the not-so-brave bunnies who scamper when I go out to get the morning newspaper, we don’t have a lot of wildlife in our small yard.
However, of late we have some new visitors. A family of wild turkeys now comes marching through pretty much daily. Yesterday, all five were hunting for breakfast bugs in our front yard. One of the “children” seems to have a limp, but gets around on its own.
I have heard that you don’t want to confront wild turkeys. I also have seen evidence that they pretty much decimated a neighbor’s garden. But Peter’s irreverent comment, “Do we have room in the freezer?” aside, it is kind of fun to watch them.
This morning, I didn’t see them. I started to worry. And then I realized that I have enough to worry about. I don’t need to add turkeys to the list.