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The Turkey That Didn’t Get the Word

Since when do turkeys think they have the right to chase people? They need to quit getting their feathers so ruffled up and head for the hills. If I seem overly confident about turkeys, it is because I have overcome a run-in I had with a turkey when I was a young girl.

I grew up on the flat plains of West Texas, in Lubbock, a place large enough to be called a city. So, during my childhood years, I related everything to the city even to the point that I loved traffic jams and disliked dirt.

To the contrast, my grandparents lived in the country in nearby Idalou, which was not on the map as a full-fledged city. The road from Lubbock to Idalou was straight and boring. Not until we made a sharp turn down the county road did the excitement begin. For as long as I remember, there were three or four bison grazing on property just past the turn. It seemed like they should be in a zoo, but they grazed there for years.

The farm was always stocked with a nice supply of farm animals, including chickens, hogs, turkeys, horses, dogs, and cats. Farm life did not agree with me—strange animal sounds that keep me up all night, roosters that squawked too early in the morning, bad smells when the wind blew toward the house, and having to look down when I walked to keep from stepping in something I didn’t want to identify. The one thing about country life that gave me a thrill was teasing the farm animals.

One afternoon I gobbled at a turkey one time too many, and she started chasing me. This was no mild-mannered chase. The turkey was in full trot running as fast as her spindling legs could lift her plump behind off the ground.

When the chase began, I had no momentum ahead of her, so I started yelling, “Mama, Mama, help me. The turkey is trying to kill me.” Naturally, no one was around to hear me, so I went into high gear and ran from the barn to my grandparents’ house. Their house was wooden framed with a six-foot high porch. Relieved to finally reach the house, I ran around it three times before I could build enough steam to get ahead of the lunatic bird. Then I made a leap onto the stairs and to my safe spot at the top, all the while sneering back at the turkey with an “I beat you,” look.

That was my day of victory over farm animals. After that, when I passed by a chicken or cat, I would point at them and say, “Remember the day of the turkey.”

Now I am on the other side of the oven and baking for Thanksgiving. This morning I am up at 6:00 a.m. baking delicacies for family. My husband called me from the other room, “Honey, what are we having for our Thanksgiving meal?” I laid out the menu, then smiled with a smirky grin as I added, “Juicy, succulent t.u.r.k.e.y.”

Take Time to be Thankful

As you have the opportunity to join your family or friends for Thanksgiving this year, take the time to be truly thankful for every good thing that has happened to you. If you have had breast cancer or someone you love is facing it, embrace your life today and thank God for sharing this special holiday with those you love. Even if you think some of your distant relatives that are visiting are turkeys, enjoy the day, anyway.

Thought for Today:

“The unthankful heart…discovers no mercies; but let the thankful heart sweep through the day and, as the magnet finds the iron, so it will find, in every hour, some heavenly blessings!”—Henry Ward Beecher

Live Life,


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