*** Am reposting this from yesterday as it was hit by technical glitches. Apologies if you have read it already! ***
… Just doesn’t belong here. Specifically the baby bush turkey.
It was clear, while working from home yesterday, that the local wildlife was happier with the cooler weather we are having at the moment. Pretty much every critter was out in force squawking, screeching and generally making the nerve-jangling noises animals make over here.
There is a family of bush turkeys who have recently taken a shine to the deck, so I wasn’t particularly paying much attention when I could hear them clicking around on the deck and pecking away. That is, until I glanced up and realised that the baby BT was actually about 3 feet away and happily pecking at the door screens. From the inside.
If you have ever had a wild bird trapped inside your house, you will know that the secret is not to startle them. Not a chance in hell. As soon as I stood up, the little bugger was off, flapping around and quite literally s******g itself. Or more specifically, on the floor.
After about 5 minutes of general coaxing we were both in the kitchen, just by the open door. Baby BT then made an executive decision that said door was not the way it wanted to go. The windows above the kitchen counter were much less practical, so that is where it headed.
For 15 minutes I could not get it to move, or get close enough to open a window. And for at least 10 of those it was leaving little parting gifts. I swear that it pooped out about half it’s body weight…
Finally, it hopped out onto the top of the tomato plants (sorry T!) and merrily wandered off to join its parents.
I spent about 10 minutes cleaning up. Life in the country is so blissful. Sometimes.