Turkey crossing

Impatiently, I tap on the steering wheel. “What’s the hold up,” I think. Craning my neck to see what it is and then I see them. A rafter of turkeys (yes rafter is a group of turkeys, not a gaggle or a flock). I’ve seen them in town before, wild turkeys just 7 or 8 of them. They walk around like they own the place. Yet they make me smile. I didn’t get a picture or I’d post it here. Two of them were standing on the curb squawking at the cars while the other turkeys lagged behind. It was comical and surprising at the same time.

All at once I wasn’t impatient anymore. Enjoying this rare scene of turkeys holding up traffic in a small town in Wyoming.

7 thoughts on “Turkey crossing

  1. Thank you for teaching me a new word–rafter! The sight of wild turkeys, whether in Wyoming, Utah, or Maine always makes me smile. I have to say when I read your last sentence about being in a small town in Wyoming, my yearning for big sky and the west awakened abruptly. Especially after a week of the worst traffic ever in Northern Virginia.

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  2. Haha! Had a similar experience smack in the center of town here in New Jersey last year. And you’re right, it brings a smile to see human life having to navigate around wildlife for once.

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  3. I do not know why, but I have a particular affection for wild turkeys. One group of them were kind enough not to object to my daily walks through their territory near where I used to live. I’ll bet they thought I looked like I “owned the place.”

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