Just down the road behind our house runs Coal Creek. Yes, there really is a Coal Creek. We like to go on walks to see how high the water is after big rain storms. “How high’s the water Momma?” “Two feet high an’ risin'”.
Sometimes, I’ll let our turkey come, so he can stretch his legs. I usually regret taking him places.
He’s legs are bigger than his brain, so sometimes…
he trips and twists his big ankle when he’s acting like a big, stupid, gobble butt.
I’m just happy I have my camera to document these occasions.
I don’t think we’ll be getting another turkey anytime soon.
They’re too needy and accident prone.
He does have a nice wing span, pointing toward the homestead off in the distance, wondering how long it’s going to take him to limp home.
There’s the turkey and his little gobblers checking out Coal Creek, it got mighty high this summer.
Kansas sure does have some pretty sunsets. My turkey and I like it here just fine.