I head to work in a snow filled wonderland. Overnight four inches appeared, coating trees and powerlines, lining roads, blanketing fields. It is pure beauty. So December-ish. And not too cold to enjoy either. I turn onto Buffalo Road, pass the Sunoco station, and wait for the car ahead of me to turn.
I glance at the corn fields, amazed that the corn stubble is barely brushed by the snow, that the warm brown earth is still visible. As I pull past the turning car, I see my friends the geese are now in the far field and I smile.
Then I look closer. Wait, these birds are black and huge. And they don't have webbed feet or orange bills! These are not geese. What in the world? Turkeys! I have never seen so many wild turkeys in one place. The ground is literally covered with the huge black bodies. Too bad I don't have a gun.
I am tempted to honk the horn and see if they fly even a bit, but I resist. They are obviously not ruffled by traffic. I wonder if they had to fight the geese for squatters rights. The geese must have left quite a bit of food because these guys are aggressively digging around for grub.
Who knew that empty cornfields were such a hub of activity. I wonder what I will encounter there next week?
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