(Gunning) For the birds...

I came upon a whole rafter of wild turkeys out on 71 this morning.

It reminded me of when we’d chance upon a family of guinea foul on the road out of Sudan—when we hadn’t eaten meat in a long time—and everyone would hungrily (and sometimes loudly) cheer on Daniel as he pushed on the gas and tried to hit one just right, so we could have bird for dinner in Loki.

 

I felt a similar excitement rise in me today when I saw those fat turkeys. Especially with Thanksgiving so close at hand.

 

But I remembered in plenty of time that such behavior/thinking is not OK in the U.S. of A.

 

I’m so adjusted.