The McIntosh Turkey
There's a town I travel through on my way to Mobile each day called McIntosh. The 4-lane highway passes by McIntosh's drug store, dollar stores, schools, churches, gas stations, and a grocery store. Several weeks before Thanksgiving, a turkey appeared. He, with his long beard and erect stature, stood right there next to the road and sometimes ventured into the road. It's not unusual to see a turkey in our neck of the woods, but is is unusual to see him in the middle of town. Since it wasn't turkey season, I didn't worry much about him becoming someone's supper (although our rednecks are proud hunters and I'm sure several would have proudly boasted of such a conquest), but I also didn't think he would continue to hang out in the middle of town. I was wrong. Today we saw him again, only this time he was with several hens. Perhaps there is safety in numbers--at least until turkey season opens.
From 2014 Project 365