Two wild turkeys stood in the country lane ahead How close could I get I wondered I slowed my jog to a walk then stopped It worked The turkeys walked toward me and kept coming In seconds their heads were bobbing at my waist then behind me How sharp were those beaks I ran away They waddled after me before giving up the chase nbsp How quickly the tables had turned The hunted became the hunter when the turkeys seized the initiative Foolishly I wondered if they were too dumb to be scared I wasn rsquo t about to be [... more]