A Few Thoughts about Turkeys

A procession of eleven turkeys stroll uphill with their peculiar gait, heads moving forward with each step, in a contrapuntal, jerky, maybe a little hip-hoppy motion.  Their heads peck the air in front of them.  The original Turkey Trot, what was that?  I'l bet it was a silly, ungainly dance.

Their dissonant proportions annoy me.  There is so little wildlife out here in the redwoods.   Turkeys. Their feathered, oval bodies would look better without snakey necks and stupid heads whose only purpose is to encapsulate their beady eyes.

Turkeys are easy for children to draw.

Turkeys seem like creatures on their way to being something else.  Give them a few million years.  Which way are they going?

I do like to watch them fly from  low branches of redwood trees on foggy winter mornings.  They are more to scale.   I  imagine a primitive forest, huge trees, huge birds.