A couple relocates to Cape Cod, where wind-scoured beaches and the quiet strangeness of roosting wild turkeys herald a new, quieter life. As seasons turn, grief recedes, leaving space for possibility.
Ah the turkeys--I didn't expect them either when I moved to Martha's Vineyard in the 1990s. And didn't expect the more aggressive batch that hung out when I briefly lived on Cape Cod in the early 2000s. On the island they're docile and rather friendly (though I learned not to fill the bird feeder when they're near unless you want a mob to descend). The most fun is at dusk, watching these winged hulks somehow miraculously fly up to roost on the big oak tree. Lovely essay! Welcome to turkey land :-)
Beautifully written Hannah, it's hard to imagine turkeys nesting in trees here, I like the thought though, a change from the jackdaws and crows perhaps...
Ah the turkeys--I didn't expect them either when I moved to Martha's Vineyard in the 1990s. And didn't expect the more aggressive batch that hung out when I briefly lived on Cape Cod in the early 2000s. On the island they're docile and rather friendly (though I learned not to fill the bird feeder when they're near unless you want a mob to descend). The most fun is at dusk, watching these winged hulks somehow miraculously fly up to roost on the big oak tree. Lovely essay! Welcome to turkey land :-)
Beautifully written Hannah, it's hard to imagine turkeys nesting in trees here, I like the thought though, a change from the jackdaws and crows perhaps...
Lovely writing again, Hannah, bringing to life those early days on Althea. Before dogs. And where oh where have all the turkeys gone?
Such beautiful writing, Hannah. So much conveyed with so few words.