I was awoken this morning by a rather excited woman who was making some rather extravagant gestures, mouthing silent words (I don’t sleep with my hearing aids in you see) and holding up her hands with all ten fingers pointing straight up which she opened and closed at least twice, possibly three times and then rushed back out of the bedroom.
Considering this rather excited woman was my wife and that she’s really not in the habit of acting this way on a regular basis, I thought it might be a good idea to drag my rear end out of bed and investigate.
I should also point out that she gets up much earlier than I do. Like O’Dark-thirty in the morning.
It turns out that dinner had come calling this morning in the form of nearly 30 (29 to be exact) good-sized wild turkeys who were busy milling about our yard and gardens scratching up all sorts of good things to eat. It hasn’t snowed here at all to speak of and the temps have been well above freezing the entire fall. So the ground isn’t frozen at all in fact, the grass is green and lush and, sadly enough, looks in need of mowing (Mowing in December? In Vermont? On the Canadian border?). So there was plenty of fodder for these early morning visitors.
Now is the time when anyone reading this post of mine is thinking; “So where are the pictures already? You did take pictures, right?”
Well, in all truthfulness…I did.
I stumbled bleary eyed up to my computer desk, grabbed my old digital point and shoot and staggered back down to the kitchen while attempting to shove the batteries into the bottom of the camera at the same time. It’s amazing the cats survived at all what with me stepping on them 3 or 4 times each in the process.
Out onto the deck I went and then rushed right back in to put on a robe and rushed right back out again. No one was looking thank heavens. The sight has been known to drive those with weaker constitutions to the nearest trauma center. I scanned around and spotted the flock moving out towards our woodshed, all lined up in two abreast precision when suddenly they did an amazingly synchronized ‘about face’ and marched themselves back into the side yard. It seems that while I was giving the neighborhood a free show, my wife had hightailed out the other side of the house and down the side of the garage and woodshed in hopes she could herd this fleeing flock back into camera range. A act of valor that succeeded wonderfully.
So I took about 8 to 10 pictures in all but since the morning was dark gray with the cloud ceiling at about 100 feet or so it seemed (plus the camera is rather old) I only got 4 pictures I actually liked. And these I’ll be glad to share.
By now I’m sure some of your might be asking yourselves, “Well? Did he shoot some dinner or not?” I’m sorry to say the answer is a resounding no. Somehow the mental picture of alternately scalding and plucking one of these rather large birds on this particularly raw, wet December day just didn’t seem all that appealing to me. So the rifle stayed in the corner and I came back into the house, all my shooting done with a camera.
So, I wonder what’s going to show up in the yard tomorrow morning?