While I sometimes wonder if we’re missing out on everything living in the city can offer, it’s mornings like this that remind me why we moved out here. Just back from my long morning run, I was having breakfast on the back porch when the neighborhood flock of wild turkeys wandered in.
While several would stop, stretch their necks to stare at me on the porch, as long as I just sat there eating breakfast, they didn’t pay much more attention to me. They seemed perfectly happy scratching at the dirt and leaves, pecking at whatever they found tasty, and enjoying a Sunday morning breakfast before laying down for a rest in the warm sun.
Hope your Sunday morning was as pleasant.