No, I'm not hungry, and no, I'm not rushing the holiday season. I'm talking real, wild turkey. As in on the verge of the neighbor's driveway on the way to work, right where he stopped mowing the sides of his 1/2 mile long driveway, just barely out of the trees. Just standing there, alert, majestic. Not at all afraid of the occasional car whizzing by. Just one brief glimpse, but the memory was set.
The early morning sun lit up his black feathers as if his broad body were sprinkled with sequins. Brown points added contrast, and the red waddle accent. He stood, surrounded by green hues and beige, a fashion statement from nature's best.
A lovely way to start the day. A Turkey Day.