Romance author Starr Ambrose /
Thoughts on writing and my rural life
the barn in fall
Tuesday, November 16, 2010
If I hadn't stopped working on my new book today to answer the phone, I never would have been looking out the window and would have missed this group of turkeys crossing my pasture. It was eight hens, all walking in a row. I grabbed the camera and raced outside, through the barn, and stepped quietly out the back barn door. I got there in time to see the leader stop, let the others bunch up while she consulted Mapquest, then lead them in a U-turn into the tree line, back the way they'd come. I don't see them often - they seem to prefer heavy brush and trees to open pasture. Someone should tell them that a week before Thanksgiving isn't the time to take a stroll out in the open.
This is the lady in charge, looking back to see what's taking the others so long to cross the pasture:
These are her friends, milling aimlessly while the leader re-thinks her decision to head across another field.