Thursday, September 14, 2023
It was a nice, warm 80-degree day. I went swimming and enjoyed some sunshine, then before we made dinner, I suggested we go for a convertible ride. It seems like we have hardly been out in the convertible this year. It’s probably not true, but it seems like it. We went “out in the country”, which means we went a couple miles east and a couple miles south. We found some roads we had never been on, which I found very surprising. We turned once onto a road that we had never been on before, and after a block it said, “No Outlet.” Keith started to turn around at a park, then continued on, saying, “Well, let’s see what happens before we have to turn around.” We may have run into Brigadoon, because I wasn’t so interested in where I was, but when I was. It was a little community that time forgot, then…we were out the other side. No turning around. Several choices of road after we got out of the village. I snapped the POTD as we went around a cul-de-sac in another neighborhood I couldn’t find again if you paid me. We were tooling along, not turning onto the dirt roads because they are very dusty in a convertible, and I saw a bunch of turkeys. I said, “Look!” and Keith asked if I wanted to stop for a picture. I said no, but he pulled over anyway. I always say no, so he knows I usually don’t mean it. Okay, I rarely mean it. I thought he was going to turn around (which is tricky in our little car because it has the worst turning radius of any car ever), but he started to just back up. I do not back up. I do not even like having to back up out of a parking space – I like to be able to pull through. If you park far enough from the building, you can usually pull through. So, there we were, backing up for turkeys, and I’m looking at him smiling at me, and I’m yelling, “don’t look at me, look at the road!” and he is laughing because he’s NOT looking at me, but looking at the side mirror so he can follow the line on the side of the road. The turkeys saw us coming and ran away. I took their picture anyway.
Turkeys make the best pictures! Deer are good, too, though.
I wish I had a picture of the turkeys next to the road. They were all big and ruffly. Do you remember when the turkey gobbled at Benjamin up in Chippewa and he just fell down? He was afraid of turkeys for a long time 😂
I remember that! As I recall, the turkey and Benjamin were about the same size. How time flies–much better than turkeys do. 🙂
They were indeed, and you are so right!