Today was sunless and cold, but my day was brightened by the sight of some wild turkeys snacking in the neighbor’s barley field. The reclusive beauties only come around a few times every November, so a glimpse of them is something of a luxury.
I suppose that the reason the turkeys are so shy of humans is simple: wild turkeys taste good, so people hunt them. They needn’t fear me, however. For one thing, I don’t hunt. Besides, my son and I were present when their ancestors, some Rio Grande turkeys transported from Oklahoma, were first released 15 miles from here in 1996. These are their great-great-great-great-great-grandturkeys!
“Whoever goes hunting for what is right and kind finds life itself—glorious life!” –PROVERBS 21:21 (MSG)