No denying that 2020 has been an extremely difficult year for everyone, but our roving flocks of wild turkeys are indifferent to the current disgraceful displays of human behavior. As my husband informs me of the latest looting and mayhem described on the internet, I watch the remains of our early snowfall melt. The golden leaves on the aspens are still clinging to autumn while I contemplate our diseased society.
Two days ago, when the snow was deep, a horrendous crash rocked our house. “What now?” I thought. Peering out the window, we saw an adult turkey and its fellows retreating tipsily across the yard. The large window revealed the sloppy wet imprint of turkey; the plate glass remained intact, thankfully.
Meanwhile, rioting and killings continue in major cities of the USA. Our people seem much more deadly and destructive than any plague or politician.