just a change in something in the way

i hear anna's voice trailing down the stairs, calling my name at a rather odd pitch. she comes racing down, the phone in one hand, intermingled polish and english words flying out.

"there is a GIGANTIC bird in the back lot!" she exclaims.

we slowly swing open the back door. i'm expecting a mutant crow, or a blue heron, or a vulture of some sort. nothing, however, quite prepares me as a large, drab wild turkey pokes it head out from around the corner and starts pecking the ground.

three telephone calls, one long winded message to the wild bird conservatory, a bemused city offical, hilarious recorded messages about bats and rampaging moose, and a lot of laughs later, we close the door, leaving the turkey to itself because apparently, there's nothing anyone can do.

except maybe catch it and eat it.