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The fact that I am fortunate to be on the receiving end of many, many blessings in my life is not lost on me. I am humbled and so very thankful for each and every one of them. Not the least of these blessings are all of you–my friends that pop on by to take a peek at my Comfortably Domestic life each day.
To quote the immortal words of Wayne and Garth, “I am not worthy!” I feel very thankful for each and every one of you.
Thank you.
I am also very thankful that I haven’t (yet) run over any of the many wild turkeys that wander into the road and “play chicken” with passing motor vehicles. So in honor of the fowl that will serve as sustenance for so many of us today, I thought a little turkey trivia was in order:
- Benjamin Franklin wanted to make the Wild Turkey the U.S. national bird, instead of the Bald Eagle.
- The Wild Turkey (seen in the photo above) is not the same as the Domestic Turkey which is typically eaten for Thanksgiving.
- Wild turkeys can live up to 13 years, but most never make it beyond the two year point.
- Domestic turkeys can live in captivity for an average of 10 years, and weigh twice as much as a wild turkey.
- Wild turkeys prefer to live in woodland areas, and have dark feathers to blend into their habitat.
- Wild turkeys roost in trees at night to keep them safe(er) from predators.
- Wild turkeys have excellent eyesight, but poor hearing, which is why they hang around with herds of deer during fall hunting seasons. (Deer have excellent hearing, but poorer eyesight.)
- The bare skin on the head and neck of a turkey can change color from gray, to red, white, and blue depending on how excited, stressed, or agitated the turkey feels. Perhaps, that is why Ben Franklin wanted the turkey to be the U.S. national bird?
- Male turkeys, or Toms, fan their tail feathers, strut, and “grunt” or “gobble” in order to get the lady turkeys, or Hens, attention. The display is called a Turkey Trot.
And speaking of Turkey Trots…
Good luck to all of the runners out there that are lacing up and trotting off for a few miles before feasting with their families. Bacon Slayer, Son #1, and I will be doing just that this morning, in a display of fun family togetherness. That, and if I run 5K before dinner, then I can definitely justify having two pieces of pie.
Happy Thanksgiving, Friends!
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