Turkey, according to many traditions, is a sign of abundance. Of wealth (of spirit, of person, of being. Not necessarily of pocket).
Imagine our wealth upon seeing this glorious flock parade into our yard.
And of course, one must reward wealth with wealth, which is to say, share one’s abundance (and this time, yes, it can be of pocket).
Turkeys know there is safety here. Good, that, as on the far side of our woods – indeed, tearing into it – is some construction. New multi-family housing units.
“New multi-family housing units.”
Isn’t that a wonderfully sterile way to phrase it?
Let them roost in trees as the turkeys do, I say.
At least then all would have an even chance.
So much of mankind’s recent history with The Wild has been one of domination. We are Nature’s experiment with big brains.
You’d think we’d know better.