Why I Love Living in the Country part 2

I finally got a picture of those wild turkeys:

This is all the closer I could get to them. The INSTANT my hand TOUCHED the doorknob, the turkeys all flew down into the woods. They look kind of like peahens, don’t they?

I’ve also been mushrooming. Morels are the only ones I know by sight, so they’re the only ones I gather. This has been a good year for them.

I usually just braise them in butter but, if I don’t get many, I flour them and fry them in oil. It’s all good!

 

Why I Love Living In The Country

I looked out the front window and there was a flock of about a dozen wild turkeys pecking around in the front yard.  In case you’ve never seen wild turkeys, they look about as much like domestic turkeys as Johnny Depp looks like John Candy.  Wild turkeys look like Amish peacocks.  They must have heard me squeal because they took off into the trees.  Wild turkeys are very wily and skittish and they take off like bats out of hell.  Never mind the occasional glimpse of Bambi–it’s seeing these guys every so often that makes living here a Wild Kingdom treat.  I would post a picture, but the rascals flew away before I could snap them.