I woke up thinking about missing turkeys. This isn’t a normal occurrence. I dwelled on the question; Where do the turkeys go in summer? They made a point of being very present for winter and spring, but seemingly go on vacation all summer. Sure you might still see one now and then on the side of the road, but it seems lost and disgruntled, wondering where the rest of the family went without her. There’s always that one oddball in the family. But then again, some just might view me that way (I hope so: “normal” is boring).
When the mind is alive and vibrant and most of all open the world pours willingly in. It might have been trying all along, but sometimes your senses are too dulled to pay much attention. I’m paying attention. Perhaps too much attention. Almost certainly too much attention. Wondering about such abstract, random things as where the poultry that swarmed the neighborhood went, and what might have prompted them to go there. Clearly turkey have their own version of The Great Wildebeest Migration that happens in Tanzania, or the Monarch butterfly migration across North America to hang out in Mexico for the winter. And let’s not forget the Humpback Whale migration in both the Atlantic and Pacific Oceans as they swim from the colder waters of the north to the Caribbean or Hawaiian waters, respectively. There are many more examples, often driven by the search for food and water and of course mating (There’s always mating involved when you go to the tropics).
So what’s the deal with turkeys?
According to the National Wild Turkey Federation (who knew?) “the annual home range of wild turkeys varies from 370 to 1,360 acres”. The county I live in has approximately 695 square miles of land, which equates to almost 445,000 acres of land for roaming turkeys. And that’s assuming they don’t all cross over into bordering Massachusetts. That’s a lot of alula room for a flock of turkeys. All I’m sure of is that they aren’t in my neighborhood at the moment. And I guess I’m good with that. Just let them know I was thinking of them. Enough that I had to look up alula.
All of this turkey talk is just my vibrant mind (no really, stick with me on this) wondering at the world around me. I view getting out of your own head as a good thing, and thinking of things other than yourself as a noble path. And so it is that I’m spending time this Tuesday talking turkey. Which brings me to alliteration…