“What the heck is THAT?!”
There, out in the back field, a balloon among the flock of turkeys. They’ve been showing up lately to wander, and chase the indifferent Starlings away.
Today, springtime is stirring, though. Ol’ “Tommy the Turkey” has transformed into the real version of one of those dollar-store paper thanksgiving centerpieces. Like, seriously. He’s red and blue and gray and brown and….actually reminds me of a piñata. (Man, there would be feathers everywhere.)
So far, the ladies are ignoring him. Like, totally. He follows them, resplendent in his spring finest, strut strut strut. The sun shines down, smirking at this universal dance.
“What’s a nice hen like you doing in a field like this?”
“Oh, Ashley, by the way, did you see those earthworms by that clump of grass? Like, Morgan totally couldn’t afford them, but girl, we know she spent all of her money last weekend.”
Perhaps I’m projecting.
Nature rocks!
(Cell phone shot through binoculars.)