Thursday, June 18, 2020

Talking Turkey

This summer I have come to a walking agreement with Tom, Mom, and the Young Turks. I don't see them as often as last year, but occasionally we cross paths in the Wild Area. The agreement came about serendipitously on our first encounter. I was walking one afternoon in the Wild Area when suddenly the whole family flushed out of hiding, and I was surrounded by wings. Tom, headed for the trees. (He still does whenever we meet. Macho man!) Mom flew a few yards and settled back down out in the open, and several of the Young Turks joined her. I was about twenty yards away, and she just looked at me and gave me a lecture in Gobbly-gook. I am even less proficient in Gobbly-gook than I am in Catonese, but I got the message. So, I turned and walked away in the other direction from her and the Turks. Now, whenever we meet up, she just gives me the same talking to, and I turn and walk in another direction while she and the Young Turks continue on their way. Tom still heads for the trees, but the rest tolerate my presence--at a distance and headed in a different direction. In fact, I can be headed in the same direction as long as I'm a couple paths over. I hope the agreement lasts all summer. Maybe by August we'll be talking turkey.

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