The first time I spotted them there was a group of about four
young adults. They were loitering around the corner of the church a
few blocks away.
I thought they looked a little out of place.
The first time I spotted them there was a group of about four young adults. They were loitering around the corner of the church a few blocks away. I thought they looked a little out of place.
Then my husband said he saw a group of eight strutting their stuff at the neighborhood park. I hope they don’t plan on causing any trouble, since Thanksgiving is just around the corner.
Then to my surprise I spotted a small mob of 13 coming down the street right in front of my car. They turned down Finch Street heading right towards my neck of the woods so to speak.
They zigzagged down the road, walking boldly across lawns’ rummaging around the trash and recycling bins that unsuspecting residents had set out for morning pick up.
They ignored the barking dogs and those who came out to gawk at them as they made their way down the street.
I followed at a discrete distance so as not to draw their attention unduly.I documented their progress with my digital camera.
They turned the corner and were now heading straight towards my home. If they walked all over my yard I was going to document it.
I parked my car and got out so I could get a good shot of them.
There was suddenly allot of activity: the garbage truck rounded the corner’ more neighbors came out pointing and exclaiming at the now restless mob.
Construction workers stopped to watch the commotion that was sure to ensue’ the 13 youthful intruders began to feel the pressure from the growing crowd. Suddenly in one graceful sweeping motion the group broke into flight. A couple flew over a nearby fence, others scampered to rooftops’ the rest took off in a breathtaking flurry, a maneuver of truly majestic beauty.
I never thought of turkeys as being breathtaking or beautiful before.
My visions of the turkey are probably similar to that of most Americans, they include: that goofy rotund feathered bird seen in many a Thanksgiving Day ads or bobbling along in the Macy’s parade, or those adorable hand shaped ones created by school kids across the nation and of course that gloriously golden brown turkey of Norman Rockwell fame.
When I witnessed these sleek wild birds take flight I was in awe of their power. They shattered my commercial conceptions in one fell swoop. They unfurled their expansive wings and were a flight with ease in one swift motion. They soared away to safer pastures, leaving the onlookers in their wake with looks of wonder and in great appreciation of this unexpected holiday visit.
Nancy Hjelmstad, Gilroy