Turkeys

We had a board meeting for one of my orchestras before rehearsal yesterday, in an old stone building on the college campus with a big rear porch that looks out to woods. The wall to the porch is mostly glass and is across from the main entrance into the building. As most of us entered, we were greeted by a large female turkey prancing a bit on the porch and staying hard up against the glass. It turns out that she has become a pet of sorts from being fed by staff.

We talked for a while in the meeting about famous "guard" turkeys from Vermont - all Toms. One would stand in the middle of the road and force oncoming cars into the wrong lane over a stone bridge, and another would attack people who stopped in their car to look at a particularly charming farm. There seem to be several of them. Perhaps Vermont grows unusually bold turkeys.

This morning is one of the constant small vacations you get in pet sitting. After several days of morning dog walks, I am off for the week. This is much easier than the wait for the next official holiday when I was working a day job. This wait now - between President's Day and Memorial Day - always seemed very long.