As you may know, I am rooting for turkeys these days. Somehow, in all the six years I have lived in this particular neighborhood, I have never spotted a wild turkey. Yes, I have seen deer and skunks and possums and squirrels and vultures and eagles and of course frogs on a regular basis…but no turkeys.
So I was so overwhelmed with delight and curiosity when I spotted turkeys last month. In fact, it was a momma turkey and her turkey-lings. Yay! Go nature! It was as if they had come out of nowhere (even though I believe there are turkeys elsewhere, perhaps in the nearby regional park). Boing! Turkeys.
Then the public works groups cleaned out the underbrush (they’re still doing it)–where I’d spotted the turkeys. Where did the turkeys go? Did they have a safe place? How are the little ones doing? I wondered. I hoped.
And then today, while driving up the street, I saw them. The turkey brood, proudly ambling down the street towards my car, as if on a Sunday stroll. The turkey family was very very well, all of the turkey-lings intact and healthy, and Mama Turkey perfectly proud and calm.
I shuffled around in my purse to take a few shots, as they continued walking, nonchalantly, down the street.
They had a safe place. They are well. And that makes me tremendously happy and hopeful.