Yesterday evening, after the evening meal and we were all settled into our prebedtime rituals, a horrible ruckus emanated from the east porch. To put simply, it was a cacophony of chicken cackling and clucking.
I assumed it was one of the cats. All a cat has to do is walk too close to the roost to set them off. But there was no cat in the vicinity.
We sent Ben out to investigate and he poked his head back in the door and asked, “Can I shoot it?”
CM and I both thought he referred to a pesky possum. The kid just grinned from ear to ear. That was sure indication further investigation must ensue.
When we stepped out to view the instigator of the disturbance. A quick perusal of the wider area revealed this.
That would be an easy target. He figured his .22 would yield him fresh turkey meat. Of course, no turkey season in progress and the thought was quickly quashed.
Looks like we have a wayward turkey. Can you make it out? Turkeys live in the woods back there, but they only venture out in groups. I’ve never seen one all alone.
Can you see more clearly? I am not a turkey expert, but this looks like a female bird. She didn’t startle when we all congregated on the east porch. She wandered in a circle out in the pasture.
She moved off very slowly as if she were lost or looking for something. I am ignorant when it comes to turkey behavior, but I think this bird was losing her marbles.
It took a few minutes, but she made progress up the hill. She just wondered slowly and quietly.
The chickens ceased their noises and this disoriented hen disappeared into the wood.
I didn’t even know this little piece of heaven lived back in the woods.