(Bing) “You just got a text” I said. We’d been in the basement all day, cleaning, sorting, making piles of what would go, what to donate, what to keep. There’s nothing like an extended polar freeze to inspire a deep purge of the collected-and-accumulated- stuff-of-life.
She read his text aloud, “Umm…are you guys having turkey tonight?” Our neighbor, John, is a master of understatement, one of the funniest people we know. Bob Newhart dry.
“What? What’s he talking about?” I asked.
(Bing) “He sent a picture!” She laughed, “Oh, my god! We have to go upstairs,” she said, bounding out of the basement.
“What? Why?” She was already gone. “I’ll be there in a minute,” I said to myself. I heard her laugh again and then the sound of the camera snapping photos. Fear-Of-Missing-Out set in. I dropped my broom and galloped up the stairs.
“Come see,” she smiled. “You’re not going to believe it.”
Two of the neighborhood turkey trio were sitting atop the Scion. The third was standing in the driveway staring directly into the studio window. A set up. A blatant appeal for sanctuary. I expected the driveway turkey to extend a wing in our direction. Instead, it raised one leg, tucking it into the warmth of its body. One of the turkeys atop the car pooped. Choreography. An appeal combined with a not-so-veiled threat.
“They must be freezing,” she said.
“No,” I said. “Not a chance. They are not coming into the house.” She snapped a few more photos.
“It’s really cold out there.” she muttered. The one-legged turkey shifted to the other foot. “It’s too cold to stand on both feet,” she said, looking at me with those eyes.
“No way. Not a chance. They’re turkeys. They are made to withstand the cold.” The second turkey atop the car pooped.
“Someone is going to have to clean that off the car,” she said, subtly allying with the turkeys.
I slowly raised my leg, tucking it in, standing on one foot. “It’s cold in here,” I said. Two can play that game.
read Kerri’s blogpost about TURKEYS ON THE ROOF
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