Turkeys Don’t Like Shadowfax?

Imagine our chagrin!

There we were, enjoying a little music during lunch, only to learn some people…well…harrumph!

Okay, so it was Turkeys, not people.

I’m not sure when I first encountered Shadowfax. I suspect it was early-mid 1980s. A radio station out of nearby Peterborough, NH, played progressive rock, progressive jazz, and fusion all under the title of “new age.” I learned of Clannad, Peter Gabriel, and many others through them.

Every Friday they did a “Be the nth caller…” thing. They offered all sorts of things from coffee mugs at a local Gas-n-Go to Peter Frampton tickets (back when he started touring again).

For whatever reason, I was the only person who ever called in. I’m not talking “I was always the nth call,” I mean “I was the only person who ever called in.

And I won all sorts of things. The DJs and I got to know each other over the phone (it was the 1980s, remember?) and it got to the point that I would call, give the answer, we’d chat, and I’d tell them to hold the prize for some other giveaway.

Then one day I entered my office, turned on the stereo, and country-western came out of the speakers. I spun the dial. Did another station walk all over them? I called. They completely changed format. None of the DJs I knew were there anymore. All in one day’s time.

I asked what caused the change. New owners. I talked with a tech I knew. Nobody knew it was coming. Everybody came in and were handed a two-week’s severance plus any accrued vacation time.

Life can suck at times. If you let it.

And by the way, Turkeys, it seems, don’t like Shadowfax.

Go figure.


Strutting to Bach

Sometimes I want to get Susan’s attention.

A special kind of attention (wink wink, nudge nudge).

That’s when I strut.

Our neighbors can tell when I’m a’struttin’ because they hear Susan laughing hysterically.

Yeah, I’m a good strutter.

But I’m nothing compared to these fine young chaps.

Especially when they be a’struttin’ to Bach.

Susan really gets a treat when I be a’struttin’ to Bach.

You can tell by her gasps of joy.

Or laughter.

No problems. I’ll take what I can get.



Turkeys Keep Nature’s Time

Last night it was raccoons, today it’s turkeys.

Not that we mind, of course.

You’ve heard of “Tiptoe through the Tulips”? You haven’t lived ’till you’ve boxstepped through the turkey turds.

But such is of little concern. We have a healthy flock. Another gathering of The Wild made it through Winter and into Spring (this video is from March 2021).

And through the completely idiotic and human-made time change from standard to daylight savings.

As I’ve written many times and said in many places, don’t save the world, save ourselves. The first step would be paying more attention to and working with Nature’s rhythms.

Turkeys do.

Doesn’t seem to bother them. At all.


Three Robust Lads

There’s nothing quite like a boy’s night out, eh?

Males in the audience, remember those wonderful bonding times? The fun you had?

Neither do I.

My experiences of western society’s male bonding rituals are probably what led me into cultural anthropology with a vengeance.

Every culture I studied had male rituals. Often they were initiation rituals. There were bonding rituals, yes, and they were vastly different than their western cultural counterparts.

For one, nobody got hurt. There was never a one-ups-manship. Male bondings were more educational than hierarchical.

That last part – hierarchical – have to be careful with that. Put any group of people together and a hierarchy forms. One person alone will form an internal hierarchy, a bifurcation (if not more) of their personality. You’ve probably done the same thing without knowing it.

Ever had an argument with yourself?

Welcome to being human.


Toms Go for Annie, Too

Not long after we videoed A MidWinter Flock Strutting to Annie Lennox, we were pleased to see some Toms get in on the action.

They no doubt heard the womens were getting some good listening in and didn’t want to be left out.

You know how turkey are.

But the mens are a bit shyer than the womens.


Consider all that good listening they didn’t get.

Not to mention, being typical males, they insisted the women leave with them.

I tell you, guys ruin all the fun.