Another thrill of living on the banks of Cache Creek are the wild turkeys who come through. Lately I have seen these two females on their own and they seem mighty disorganized.
I see them above my strip by the road, and think they might have been the ones to strip my hollyhocks of their seeds. I see them pecking around the new mailboxes, and I hear them landing in our very tall oaks at dusk for roosting.
This morning I could hear one calling and calling as she paced back and forth across from my window. She really was putting up quite a racket and later when I was down by the creek, I could hear another one responding from the other side of my place.
After about an hour, I happened to look up at my neighbor's roof and there was this turkey. Very nervous and distressed. My dogs didn't even see her, but they knew something was up and kept running back and forth from the gate to the creek, poking their noses in any place a turkey might be.
The hidden turkey began to call from across the creek, and when my back was turned, the roof turkey must have made the flight back to her companion. Whew! I was worried she might land in my yard and Koko is a known turkey killer. Weill, she killed one once. Only sign she was ever a hunting dog.
Aside from harm to the turkey, I was worried about the havoc a turkey could wreak in my veggie and flower gardens. And today of all days, I found what looks like the first of the zucchini at last. I am not one hundred percent sure, since I didn't see it when the blossom was open, but it looks likes. And I am sure she wouldn't have been able to pass up my ripening tomatoes and cukes.
So lots of reasons to be happy the turkey moved on today. Roosting in the oaks is messy, but they are usually only there overnight.
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