I also learned that a bunch of turkeys is called a rafter, gang, posse or dole.*
What I mean by Bird Law is that you should pay attention to birds that are acting weird. And this gang of rafters on the dole were a questionable posse. They were hanging out near a grill and acted as if I interrupted an avian tailgate party.
There were more wild turkeys creeping off to the side. Normally there's only one or two giving you the stink eye from the middle of the road.
And the neighborhood cranes are still here instead of GPSing their way down to Florida. Which brings me to the ominous clouds percolating behind them.
I was looking for rocks on a humid still too warm for October Saturday because I thought Dane County ROCKS! which paints and hides rocks around the county would be a fun hobby for my 92-year-old mother and me. My cousin mentioned them when I posted about these girls selling rocks—notice the wellspring of product behind them.
After I drove past this camo turkey I wound my way back to the beach. To make a long story short (too late) a swift wind blew my glasses off the park chess table where I was texting my cousin about rocks and baseball as a tornado touched down seven miles away.
Bet you didn't see that coming and neither did anyone else since there were no sirens.
The thing about losing your glasses is that you need them to find your glasses.
Crouching on the ground blindly taking pictures with my phone didn't work. Mostly because I panicked and tried to get to my car as fast I could before looking at the photos.
"As fast as I could" meant trying to walk to the path across the lawn. It also meant getting lost in "woods" about the size of my living room.
I somehow Magooed my way out of the shrubbery, stumbled onto the walking path and back to the car.
I drove halfway down the walkway and schlepped over to the last place I saw my glasses using an old pair from the glove compartment and a dull flashlight I mostly keep because it matches my car.
The wind was picking up and it was threatening to pour.
Not a single warning siren went off and if one had I would have passed out.
I decided the hell with it, turned on the brights and drove a few feet from the chess board and there they were, upside down and spotted with raindrops in the middle of the pavement.
So I guess the lesson is to heed wild turkeys. Maybe I should have saved this story for Thanksgiving.
*From the National Wildlife Federation's Blog