You could learn a lot from an old bird in his seventh year of life.
When I woke up this morning, I immediately noticed something was different. It was just starting to break daylight, and I hadn’t heard the first vehicle come down the old gravel road.
I also noticed the “hoot” owls were not nearly as numerous as they had been for the past many weeks. There were no strange noises all around me this morning such as coughing, sneezing, burping and laughing. I did not hear the first sick hen calling from the shadows, way before it was light enough for any sane turkey to be on the ground, instead of the safety of a tree.
Yep, turkey season was finally over, and I was alive to tell about it.
You see, I am a 7-year-old turkey gobbler with a 12 1/2-inch beard and 2-inch spurs. I am a much-sought-after trophy by turkey hunters, but I have lived to gobble another day. You know, it’s really not that hard to outsmart humans; you just have to be patient. This is a trait that most humans have little of.
I guess I’d better go back to the beginning and explain my life, so that you as humans will be able to understand a little better.
I was hatched on one warm, glorious day sometime in late spring. I was the first to come out of my shell, and I remember it very well, all of that hard pushing and shoving just to be able to take my first breath of the sweetest air that I have ever smelled. I looked around and stood on very wobbly legs, and noticed that others were starting to break from their shells.
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