Wild Turkey

Yesterday while taking a walk down the driveway, I noticed something moving in the grass to my left and bent over to see what it was.  A female turkey burst up at me.  A blur of feathers and beak and talons grew to my size,  menaced me with her loud angry voice.  Her wings and feet rattled,  meant me harm.  My heart  pounded in my chest.  I was stunned and stood still, then realized that this was not what the turkey wanted.  She wanted me to go as far from her and whatever she was guarding as quickly as possible.

I ran to the road and didn’t look back.

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About Patricia Markert

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