It was just last week that I had been talking about the wild turkeys that used to terrorize my parents neighborhood. “In your parent’s neighborhood?” Damany almost didn’t believe me when I said it, “No way!”
When I was in high school there was a period that I remember the police stopping traffic on a major street in front of my school so these large, ugly, vulturesque looking birds could cross without getting hit. I also remember looking out the window in the morning to see a jogger being chased down the block by one of these seemingly unhappy creatures.
So, when I went up to the neighborhood only a few days after mentioning this wild suburban turkey presence, to my pleasant surprise there was a flock of them sitting in a neighbor’s lawn…only 2 doors down from my parents house.
I got excited for a moment, and opened the car door as I got to the corner – the birds all turned towards me at once with their evil eyes, and I thought better of that idea. I didn’t want a flock of birds pecking at me, that was for sure. Wishing I had my real camera with me, instead of my phone, I rolled slowly closer to them – they continued to stare me down with their beady eyes.
With each photo I snapped, the birds glared at me more intensely, so I felt as though it was best to keep it moving and drove away before they attacked my car.