Watching wild turkeys amble across the field the other morning I was struck by the wisdom of Benjamin Franklin. Are these not majestic birds? They strut proudly and stand tall. They travel in flocks and always keep the babies, called poults, tucked safely within the fold of adults.
I enjoy these native American birds more than any other wild life I see and I'm always struck by there ability to fly gracefully. After admiring them with awe my mind drifts to these:
Skeksis. From a favorite movie--Jim Henson's 1982 THE DARK CRYSTAL It makes me wonder what Jim Henson's inspiration for his fascinating creatures was...the mighty turkey, maybe?