Thanksgiving Memory

When we moved to the Manor, 20 years ago, before all the
neighborhoods built up around us, it was still a fairly rural area.
Three days before our first Thanksgiving here, I was busy in the
kitchen and who did I see at the window, giving me an inquisitive
sideways look, but a big wild turkey! Our kitchen is partially under
ground, so Mr. Tom Turkey and I were standing face to face. The
funny thing was, he didn't seem to be frightened at all and actually
looked as if he wanted to come in and join me! He came back to
pay me a visit for the next two days, longingly watching me from
the window, but on Thanksgiving Day he was nowhere to be seen.
We hoped that our little visitor was not being served up on a platter
with stuffing and cranberries. Maybe he was looking for his friend,
who was safely tucked away in our refrigerator?

(I borrowed this photo from Flickr, but he looked exactly like this
in my Manor window!)