Snowshoeing For Turkeys

Looking out of the window, the sky is clear blue, the trees are bare, and the ground is dazzling white. It has been snow-covered since the middle of November. Around here, we take a white Christmas for granted; but we also expect a bit of green on St Patrick’s Day. There was no green. On the first day of spring we expect the early bulbs to be in bloom. We had a blizzard. The forecast for tonight and tomorrow is more snow: 4 to 6 inches.

When we were walking on the trails earlier in the winter, there were lots of rabbit tracks. Now, the rabbit tracks have been replaced by coyotes’. One morning last month, we saw blood splotches underneath our birdfeeders. There were squirrel and rabbit tracks around the area, but no predator marks. We looked around, but we couldn’t see any evidence of a kill, or a blood trail leading out of the garden. We were puzzled until a neighbour told us of the large owl which he had seen sitting on the overhang above the side door of his house.

No one has seen one, yet folks a couple of streets away are finding deer tracks crossing their front lawns. The countryside is becoming a very hungry place. The only creatures out there that are easily seen and seem to be prospering are wild turkeys; lines of black silhouettes, walk, Indian file, across bare white fields, their pace like a caravan of camels in the desert.  The spring season opens on April 25. I wonder if we will be snowshoeing for turkeys.

About Tweed and Briar

I am the pastor of a rather conservative rural congregation. My interests alongside of work are hunting, fly fishing, cooking, and life in an agricultural community. By way of family, I have a wife and two children: a daughter and a son. I am of indeterminate age because my wife is a bit younger than I am and my son is ages with some of my friends’ grandchildren. However, to say that I slip smoothly among the generations would imply an agility which I no longer possess. I aspire to the genteel poverty of the country manse.
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