Andy is done with football. His best friend, Paul, finished up baseball this week. For the first time in a long time they have had a full weekend of running around barefoot and filthy. I love that they have this kind of time. I do, however, wonder at my back yard. Andy shouted to me, in the kitchen, to tell Ian to get the camera. I know better than to rush outside for this kind of shout. I yelled back to Ian to get the camera.
There, in the middle of my back yard were two enormous albino turkeys. Why The Face, I ask you? To misquote Humphrey Bogart, "Of all of the yards . . . " Gah! Where in the world did these things come from and why are they living here? I may never leave the house again at this rate. I wonder if someone had them penned in their yard, I dunno to eat for Thanksgiving? But, I doubt it. This is suburbia, we like our turkeys frozen and wrapped in lots of plastic. Anyway, if anyone wants a pair of white turkeys please let me know.
After I calmed down about the turkeys and made Andy and Paul circle the house aboutr 50 times to make sure they were no where to be seen, I went out to weed the garden. I'm so old. I was about half way through when Paul's mom stopped over to ask if I wanted to go to a new nursery that has opened near us. She needed a break from holiday cleaning and I needed to stand up straight for an hour or so. Cool nursery - I came home with garlic ready to plant and some farm fresh eggs.
When I arrived home, Mike was pretending to watch college football with his eyes closed and I found Andy, Paul and Cally hanging out in the hammock. All Sundays should be this great!!!!
2 comments:
I have never seen a white turkey in the wild. (well as wild as the suburbs get anyway) My parents always have turkeys roaming around their neighborhood that is bordered by woods.
Interesting!
Interesting, scary??? depends on who is looking. ;)
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