Gerald

Gerald is our neighborhood turkey.

Yes, we have a neighborhood turkey here in our corner of the city of Rochester. Since our present home is at the edge of a gorge leading down to the river, we get a lot of interesting wildlife 'round these parts. Ahem...

First there were the cute little rabbits. Then the family of lolloping groundhogs. There have been a few deer sightings, and I want to say I saw a fox. But I may have made that up... Oh and lots of huge hawks. Eeerrrrg... then there was the snake that the men named and then accidentally killed in some tragic yard-keeping accident... ugh.

However nothing could have prepared me for the sight of a huge, lone turkey running down the sidewalk across the street. It was the middle of the day and I was sick in bed. I thought I must be delirious when I glanced out the window to see a turkey running at full speed. Neck bobbing in and out, plumage fluffing and fluttering. It was hilarious. Oh and wonder of wonders, there was the evil neighborhood White Cat in pursuit. (Said White Cat has caused tour happy household cats to lose their minds and burst into terrifying screeches and howls at the most inopportune hours of the night on multiple occasions by prowling round our porch windows and glaring in at them. NOT a pleasant way to be awoken in the wee hours.)

Happily, Gerald escaped the evil White Cat and lounged and loafed around our backyard a bit before taking his leave down the gorge.

Here is Gerald safely (and I must say rather um, absent mindedly...) promenading in the back garden.