I looked out the window into the back yard this morning, just checking to see who was around, since I’d just finished putting lots of kinds of food out. March is the month of the wild turkey in my neighborhood for the last several years, and sure enough, three days into March, a wild turkey was checking out the breakfast choices.
S/he didn’t like what I had out there – a gourmet buffet, I’d have thought! – and walked off into the woods a short distance, checking back over his / her shoulder every now and then. The only thing I didn’t have was cracked corn, very likely what the multi- and subtly-colored one was expecting.
I tried putting a pile of bird food out just now – various kinds of seeds – the squirrels and cardinals were pleased to have a late afternoon high tea – the turkey hasn’t returned.
I will not home tomorrow until I have dried corn in some form! In Native American beliefs, Turkey symbolizes Give-Away – the generosity that gives without thinking, and without expecting a return. I’ll take the lesson and happily provide the corn. And then cross my fingers s/he returns!