Yesterday I saw one turkey, she was walking into my alley neighbor's yard. I had been thinking about the turkeys, how much I enjoyed their visit to my yard this winter. How resilient and fragile and feisty they seem to be, then there she was. I grabbed my phone (to take a picture) and when to the alley. I was hoping that the rest of them would be right behind the one I had seen. I couldn't see her or any other turkey. Sometimes that is all we get, a glimpse. Then I tried to still my mind, of course I was off to the races. Where were the others, was she on her own.... So I thanked her for giving me another look, a moment of chance, that her walk, and my glance would meet. That she may have felt my yearning. Oh life in all puzzling ways, aren't you beautiful. Who would have guessed that a wild turkey could stir such wonder!
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