|Turkeys in the Grass|
|Bobbing up the Dirt Road|
|Bobbing Down the Dirt Road|
|Turkeys Being Turkeys|
|Following the Flock|
|Turkeys Head to School|
|Where Children Once Recessed|
|Tom, Yes, We See You|
Like spring, fall has movement and feels vibrant.
The movement of the morning is right outside my bedroom window and both dogs bark at it. It's too late in the day for the moose and most likely it's a feral cat. Turns out there's an entire flock of turkeys in my yard.
Grabbing my camera I head downstairs and out the door. This will be a great close-up, I think. Evidently turkeys are speedy birds on foot. Not one is left in my yard. When I catch their movement, the flock is all the way across the north pasture, ducking under the fence.
Through dry grass I snap shots. The turkeys spread out up and down the dirt road that leads to my neighbors behind our property. Their feathered fannies scuttle like tortoise shells and their blueish heads bob like big chickens. They must be feasting on the insects that cover the ground.
I'm too short for clear shots. My best vantage point would have been the bedroom window. They shuffle up the knoll behind the schoolhouse, the flock fanning in and out of formation. One tom struts his wings in case I didn't catch that he was the male. Show off turkey.
The dogs join me outside, Grenny leashed. The two GSPs strut their stuff, sticking noses to the ground and following the bird scent. According to the dogs the turkeys had been all around our house. Bobo is so intent on following I have to shout her name several times to break her concentration.
It's my neighbor who jumps at the sound of my voice. I'm not normally at the north-side of the pasture with the dogs and she regularly walks the road for exercise. This morning I've caught her with her pants down--literally. She was peeing by my pasture gate. No big deal, really. We all do it around here. Pee outside, that is. I turn away with the dogs, pretending I didn't see.
But it reminds me of other turkeys in the 'hood. The women who come to northern Idaho to camp, trout-fish or hike and who don't know the etiquette of peeing outdoors. I know who you are, Ladies, because you leave a trail of toilet paper wads in your wake.
Todd and I go up the Pack River regularly and nothing annoys me more than people who leave a paper trail. The rule of the forest is "pack out what you pack in." Don't leave me your white flags that show every spot where you dropped your drawers, as if claiming a forest service campsite the way wildlife would. For the turkeys who need some educating, here's some tips:
- It's okay to use toilet paper; it's not okay to leave it behind.
- If you're squeamish about picking up your own used tp, think about the next visitor!
- Bring a few sandwich baggies. Use one like a glove if you're extra prissy, pick it up and wrap it away. But take it with you!
- Learn the hanky method or use a squirt bottle to freshen up (no tp to worry about).
I like to pee freely outdoors just like my neighbors. I don't mind visitors who discover the freedom (or necessity), but don't be turkeys about it. Spare my dogs, me and the next set of campers.