A walk on the wild turkey side

My old dog and I went for a walk on Queen Victoria Road when suddenly from the bush came a burst of noise. My deaf dog went merrily on with her doggie twitter and tweets while I, startled, stopped. My heart skipped a beat.

Was it a bear? A deer?

My old dog and I went for a walk on Queen Victoria Road when suddenly from the bush came a burst of noise. My deaf dog went merrily on with her doggie twitter and tweets while I, startled, stopped. My heart skipped a beat.

Squawking, a wild turkey emerged. I had earlier seen baby turkeys fluttering along the road. Droppings made it clear that I was in poultry country. Being no spring chicken myself, I tentatively took a few steps back, but in the mother turkey’s eyes, I was not moving away fast enough.

My dog looked up, startled, and at the same time she and I decided to turn and make a run for it. The turkey came after us and it’s surprising how fast we can run when a beak is at our heels.

It’s not just bears that need to be respected in the wild, it’s all wildlife. But watch out, my feathered friend. Thanksgiving will come around again!

Ann Alma, Beasley