Preface: Alas, the time of this blog has come and gone. I've decided to go out in style, featuring 16 blogs, representing 16 years of blogging. I'm sad to say that some of the posts have NOT aged well. I'm updating posts so it improves the story while preserving the madness.
I picked this particular blog because the memory made me laugh. The words don't do justice to my actual imitation and said incident. It wasn't read by very many the first time around. Here is my third of 16 favorites: #14... from December 2016.
Turkey Trot
A walk is always a great way to clear the head--empty out the brain, leave the heavy stuff behind. I do love a good walk.
With much on my mind, I went for a walk. A beautiful early winter day--nice. Frosty but not too frosty. Rosy cheeks kind of weather. Focusing on all the good, all the love, all the beauty, all the gifts, all the blessings in my life, I put one foot in front of the other. I leave behind the "load" I'm carrying. It is wonderful to be out and about, humming and singing and whistling.
As I'm walking along, I see a flock of turkeys headed my way. Neighborhood turkeys--you know, the kind that wander around the neighborhood now and again, the kind that don't care about traffic or people. Big turkeys. Scary killer turkeys.
Hold that thought--I have to take you back to Thanksgiving for a second.
"THAT IS *NOT* HOW A TURKEY GOBBLES!"
Nephew: [Makes this noise which made me laugh quite loudly]. [Impossible to denotate in a blog]
Do you see where this is going?
...the turkeys turn toward me...
Not walking. Not sauntering. THEY ARE RUNNING TOWARD ME!
At first, I think something must have spooked them but there is nothing anywhere near me. No cars, no other people, no dogs, no beeping, no barking. Nothing but me.
I begin to panic. Do turkeys attack? Do they poke eyes out? What the hell DO they do when they attack? I'm talking to them in the most calming of voices I can muster, hands out in front of me.
I speed up, she speeds up.
I start to trot, she starts to trot.
I stop walking, she stops walking.
I start walking, she starts walking.
Her pals have stayed put, quite to my relief.
You know what I did next, right?
I gobbled again.
I HAD TO! I wanted to know if it really was my gobbling that riled up those feathered friends.
I'm here to tell you that it was indeed my gobbling. Those birds were PISSED OFF.
Thankfully, I was able to escape unscathed. Well, I was physically unscathed. I'm in need of therapy from the event....
As for the walk, I'd forgotten everything I had been thinking about when starting my walk. The "load" I'd been carrying is now far behind. You can't carry a load while running from frantic fowl. Everything had to be left behind, lest eyeballs be poked out. I thank the Universe for the message AND for letting me keep my eyeballs. Thank you, Universe for sending me a flock of killer turkey to get me back on track. It's important to let go...
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