Matt has a thing for wild turkeys. So you can guess that this made his day.
For me, walking into the laundry room and seeing a turkey peering through the window was a bit disconcerting.
Teri showed up about two weeks ago. At first, we saw turkey tracks all around the house. Then we saw the turkey.
While turkeys are usually shy and private, Teri is social and curious.
She clucked around outside the kitchen window while I was making my breakfast the one morning. And then she walked around the house to pace in front of the dining room when I sat down to eat.
According to the footprints in the snow, she has even climbed right up to the kitchen window sill.
As I’m not inviting a wild bird in for breakfast, we’ve sprinkled some grain in the side flowerbed where she seems to spend most of her time.
Teri’s presence took a bit of getting used to.
Matt, Baxter and I each spooked her several times in the first few days after her arrival. Having a turkey erupt right in front of you and violently woosh-woosh-woosh her wings as she attempts to lift off and fly to the nearest tree is possibly even more disconcerting than having the same turkey attempt to help with the laundry.
She appears to spend her days doing laps around the house. We’ve gotten a bit accustomed to each other, and she doesn’t spook quite as much anymore. We’re also conscious to check where she is and try not to infringe on her personal space.
Baxter doesn’t have quite the same sensitivity and wants to get as close to the turkey as possible. There have been long staring sessions into the woods beside the house (where she sometimes retreats when we come outside) and lots of conversations about “no, you can’t follow the turkey tracks.”
I gotta say, there are moments when I ask, “Is this really my life?” Even though it’s sometimes disconcerting, I love living here.
“What do you mean ‘disconcerting’?”