The mystery of the windshield-darting fowl has been solved.
And not only am I unable to differentiate hawk from owl, but hawk from owl from…..turkey.
Yes, my friends, contrary to all probability and reason, a turkey has made up its mind to sail into my life (and windshield) on a regular basis. With a chip on its proverbial shoulder (turkeys have no actual shoulders of which to speak).
The encounter was brief, but I got the message. It went a little something like this:
Okay, we didn’t arm wrestle. (But I would totally have kicked that turkey’s ass if we had. Stick legs vs. arms? Please. Or it might have scratched my eyes out. Probably there would have been pecking. Alright, the turkey totally would’ve kicked my ass.) Read more…