Fast forward about 33 years, I have been training to run the Ragnar Relay, I've been running all over town. We have only one stoplight in town, which is right by a strip mall, and gas station, but on the other corner is a vacant field. Saturday as I was running to the itersection, I turned right and saw two huge turkeys blocking my path. When I was 5, the turkey was as tall as me, now it only came up to my thigh, but it still brought up memories of the past. When the turkeys saw me they fluffed up their feathers, I only had a small gravel path that I could run on, and they were on the gravel. I tried to go around them through clumps of long grass, mud, and other debris. Sure enough, as I was passing the turkeys, the larger of the two started after me. I'm sure I put on a good show to all the cars stopped at the intersection as memories of the killer turkey from my past came back. I had goosebumps that went from the top of my head to my toes, a pit in my stomach, and I watched my whole life pass before my eyes as I resigned myself to my fate. Needless to say, I ran faster than that turkey, and had enough adrenaline pumping through my system to make it the 3 1/2 miles back home in 30 seconds flat.
I tried to find a picture that looked like the turkeys that almost killed me. This picture of my neighbors is all I could find. I know it looks like a cute pet, all fluffy and sweet...but don't let the looks fool you. They are deadly!! (Luckily, the turkey in this picture was eaten for Thanksgiving.) he he he...