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The Gypsy and The Turkey
By Wizeress
First she was a blur out of the corner of my eye. As I sat out on the
bench I thought my eyes were deceiving me, but I caught this big blur
hopping over the fence. Did I see what I thought I saw? Was that a
Turkey?
A day or two later there were mysterious foot prints around the yard,
and yes a couple of brown mushy surprises left behind. Am I crazy? Is
there a wild turkey hanging around?
My gypsy life has brought me to an elongated temporary stop at my
parents, who live in a tucked off the road, typical suburban
neighborhood, with pockets of pine trees, that unfortunately (small as
they are) are called “the woods”.
Small as these woods are they seem to be able to support a dwindling
animal population and a dumping ground for mans waste. It is pretty rare
to see anything emerge from the woods other than a stray piece of
garbage blowing on the breeze. Sad, but true.
After some consulting with my Step-Dad about the question of my sanity,
he confirmed he had caught a glimpse of the roast beast himself.
A day or two after that ,she began to make her presence more known, and
showed up on the back deck for us to “ooooo” and “ahhhh” over. She was
quite beautiful. Big, perched up on the railing. Her feathers shined
like silk with an artist’s stroke of color in her wings.
We all stood there gawking at her through the sliding glass door,
marveling at this incredible freak of nature being exhibited in suburban
life. Watching her wink and flutter her eyes at us, acknowledging our
presence, and letting us know she knew we were admiring her beauty, and
she was just being her.
Then it began…I couldn’t help it. I tried to stop them, but that oh so
human part of me (good 'ole "ego") started running the images. Dare I
say “Butterball”. My brain was flashing images of frozen thawing
turkeys. No gorgeous feathers, headless, no strong feet to perch with,
no black eyes batting lashed lids.
My mind kept trying to compute, integrate, find a way to make it all ok.
It kept going back and forth between memories of the Thanksgiving table
and this lively creature before me. This creature I am marveling at,
because it is so out of the ordinary in this environment, is the same
creature that ends up on the American table.
That was a shift of perception. Something you take for what it is,
served up nice and brown roasted, suddenly becomes alive in your mind
for its value, a creature of God, a citizen of nature’s community. It
may sound cliché but true..." I will never look at a turkey on the table
the same".
Sometimes it takes a shift in perception to be able to appreciate the
true value of what is.
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