A man should be careful never to tell tales of himself to his own disadvantage;
people may be amused, and laugh at the time,
but they will be remembered, and brought up
against him upon some subsequent occasion.
Sitting here at my table in front of my big window, writing my thoughts has become a normal routine for me over the years. I have many stories to tell and they sit just on the edge of their seat waiting to jump into action, much like I am doing this very minute.
Waking up with a head full of story ideas is not a problem for me. It appears to be the way my brain works and for that I am grateful. Lately those words just do not want to jump onto the page. No matter how much prodding or poking I give them they sit there looking at me with a silly grin.
Speaking of silly grins reminds me of some silly grins that I saw yesterday afternoon. It happened to be a calf grinning at a turkey. You cannot picture this can you? Well let me tell you that they do grin. If you have never seen this I am sorry for you, it is something you will never forget.
I sat at my computer staring out the window waiting for those words to come and noticed a ruckus just behind the fence heading into the hay field. I grabbed the binoculars. When I saw what was really going on, I grabbed my camera. I can’t make this stuff up. My imagination has nothing to do with these stories; they just seem to drop into my lap. I am lucky to live in a land of stories I guess.
So here we go.
It appeared to me that our wild taunting turkeys wanted to, as per their usual, get under the big oak tree where the wind has deposited all the acorns on the ground. Our turkeys love those acorns. A little steer was standing there on top of the acorns. There also happened to be a white calf standing just on the other side of the laneway between the steer and those turkeys. This happened to be little Betty, if you remember Betty was named after my best friend since we were five years old BA. Well it appears Betty may be as stubborn as her namesake. She just stood there in the way of the turkeys wanting those acorns, “Standing her ground” as they say. The little steer just stood there on top of those acorns watching Betty and the turkeys.
Next thing I knew, I was watching Betty with a devious grin and I was thinking she was saying “Oh NO you don’t” and then “Go ahead, come and get it”. The turkey grinned back and I imagined she said “I will you can’t stop me”. You know that was exactly what was said as well as I do, right?
Well the turkey walked right past Betty. I am sure she never expected that. A stunned and I have to imagine loss for words Betty, just stood there with that silly grin. That turkey picked up an acorn and smiled. Betty stopped grinning, she lunged at the turkey. Oh yes she did. Unfortunately I could not capture that part with my camera. It was just so fast and unexpected. You will just have to take my word for that one.
The turkey flew over the fence behind the oak tree. The little steer who had been minding his own business was left standing in the middle of the laneway on top of the ground littered with those acorns wondering what was happening. Well, I did not tell you that there were seven other turkeys standing and watching this confrontation, and waiting to see how it turned out. They wanted those acorns too. They ran at Betty in one united force and Betty took off like a shot, running up the laneway no doubt to go tell her mother Annie. The turkeys seemed to have won.
So, you are probably wondering about that lone turkey that flew over the fence, who would not take the word NO for an answer. Well she hopped back over the fence and joined the rest of her flock. They were all grinning and eating those acorns.
Oh yes I am a lucky girl. I can’t make this stuff up. I hope you enjoyed this story I am sure there are a lot more where that came from.
Hugs to my friend BA, I think Betty is the perfect name.