I have the Thanksgiving spirit today and wanted to share a couple of photos of turkeys that stroll by our house each day. These are by no means domestic turkeys that are raised for consumer consumption. They are tall, lean, and strikingly beautiful. They meander at a slow pace until a dog or human comes too close, then they sprint with a stride that most runners would envy.
Unlike domestic birds, these turkey can fly. They demonstrate this ability to fly, when they soar each evening to great heights to roost in the oaks and pines surrounding our home.
Why is a turkey called a turkey? When the Europeans first saw turkeys in North America, they mistakenly thought them to be what was called guinea fowl in Central Europe. The tasty birds were imported through the country of Turkey, thus they called them “turkeys”. You can share this bit of trivia at your Thanksgiving table.
Here’s wishing you and our fellow beings, a bountiful year. May our tables be filled with fruits and vegetables from our gardens and may we have enough to share with our neighbors. Happy Thanksgiving!
Beautiful! They’re magnificent birds. I like the sounds they make too, when I see them out and about.