Wayne got a pair of turkeys, the last birds we raised out on River Bend. He loved those turkeys a lot and they were really bad. Especially the gobbler, Turk Turk. He would get out of the chicken coop and fly across the Quiver River to the catfish farms.
Since Wayne worked late at the family heating and air business, I was usually the one who went and got him, which was no easy task. I couldn’t just go across the river the same way Turk Turk did, it was all mud and woods. I’d have to go down the gravel road, over a bridge, get on the black top, go over another bridge, turn on a gravel road, chase him around, get him in the back of the truck and take him home. This happened so much we quit going to get him. Found out he would come home when he was hungry.
Then he got so big he couldn’t fly, so he just palled around with Wayne’s dog, Nugget, all day. They’d greet him at the truck when he pulled in the driveway, Turk Turk strutting and drumming right behind Nugget. Our new normal.
We gathered eggs, watched the turkeys and planned our yearly vacation to Florida like we always did.
Excerpt from Care & Feeding by Chela Gutierrez
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