Or seven turkeys? While driving your car?
(just to warn you, this post will absolutely reveal how small my town really is...)
We weren't really expecting to meet seven full grown male turkeys on the road just before turning on to our driveway. Who really expects something like that? But they were there, strutting around like they owned the place. We approached slowly, thinking they would move out of the way when the big scary blue minivan approached.
They were undaunted. Josh honked the horn. They gobbled, in unison, in response.
So we swerved to the left. And, as a pack, they swerved to the left.
So we swerved to the right. And they swerved to the right.
It was hard not to laugh at this point. Finally, inch by inch, Josh moved the car around the turkeys. They clustered in the lane beside us, and when we started accelerating, they accelerated too. We drove slowly and watched in wonder as all seven turkeys started running beside our car. We sped up, and they sped up too, keeping pace all the way up the small hill in front of us. When we finally reached speeds unmatchable by little skinny turkey legs, we passed them all. Looking out the back window of the van, we saw the turkeys spread across the road, still running in a perfect line behind the car. All we were missing was a little bit of Rocky music and some wind to gently ruffle their feathers... for dramatic effect, of course.
I've never seen anything like it.
I didn't have my camera. So, you'll just have to believe my turkey story.
I did have my camera when we got home though, and we took this family picture... it was oh so challenging, and may or may not have one child's head photoshopped in from a different picture.
(just to warn you, this post will absolutely reveal how small my town really is...)
We weren't really expecting to meet seven full grown male turkeys on the road just before turning on to our driveway. Who really expects something like that? But they were there, strutting around like they owned the place. We approached slowly, thinking they would move out of the way when the big scary blue minivan approached.
They were undaunted. Josh honked the horn. They gobbled, in unison, in response.
So we swerved to the left. And, as a pack, they swerved to the left.
So we swerved to the right. And they swerved to the right.
It was hard not to laugh at this point. Finally, inch by inch, Josh moved the car around the turkeys. They clustered in the lane beside us, and when we started accelerating, they accelerated too. We drove slowly and watched in wonder as all seven turkeys started running beside our car. We sped up, and they sped up too, keeping pace all the way up the small hill in front of us. When we finally reached speeds unmatchable by little skinny turkey legs, we passed them all. Looking out the back window of the van, we saw the turkeys spread across the road, still running in a perfect line behind the car. All we were missing was a little bit of Rocky music and some wind to gently ruffle their feathers... for dramatic effect, of course.
I've never seen anything like it.
I didn't have my camera. So, you'll just have to believe my turkey story.
I did have my camera when we got home though, and we took this family picture... it was oh so challenging, and may or may not have one child's head photoshopped in from a different picture.
I can't complain though... Henry isn't crying, Sam's finger isn't up his nose, Jordan doesn't look like he's smelling something funny, and Lucy's smile doesn't look like it hurts.
I take what I can get.
