We have a lovely flock of wild turkeys that walk by our house each day. They roost in the trees in the “open space” and migrate each morning to more populated areas. They look nothing like the domesticated turkeys that you see in farmyards. They are slim, streamlined, and gangly. They stroll up the street but will break into a trot if a dog or human comes toward them. They can fly, and do fly, to perches high in the oaks and pines each evening.
If you are wondering why they were called turkeys, it is because the Europeans that found them here, mistakenly mistook them for the guineafowl that they were familiar with. These guineafowl had been imported through the country of Turkey. Just a bit of trivia to share at your Thanksgiving table today.
- Here’s to these beautiful creatures that inhabit our lovely California landscape, and here’s to the abundance in our lives and hopefully in the lives of our fellow beings.
