soggy donkey herder on Nostr: Y’all wanna see my old neighborhood’s wild #turkeys? Cool! I’m gonna do a big ...
Y’all wanna see my old neighborhood’s wild #turkeys? Cool! I’m gonna do a big thread of short videos!
These are all from when we lived in Boulder Creek, in the Santa Cruz mountains, on the edge of a little neighborhood crammed into the redwoods. A big flock of wild turkeys lived in the lot-sized meadow at the bottom of the road, and they roosted in a big live oak beside it. They wandered the whole area, but the tree was their home base, and they never quite *recognized* the road as being for humans.
There are turkeys all over town, btw; these are just “my” turkeys. About once every two years, some careless asshole would *hit a turkey with their car* and the whole town would go into a justified rage. Out of all the places I’ve lived (eight states, countless towns) BC was the most “we are *part* of nature and we will *get along with it*” community I encountered. I loved it!
Ok, first video: I’m coming out of my neighborhood onto Kings Creek, the slightly wider road where the Turkey Tree is. One of the boys is wandering back and forth in front of my car like he’s never seen one in his entire got-damn life.
These are all from when we lived in Boulder Creek, in the Santa Cruz mountains, on the edge of a little neighborhood crammed into the redwoods. A big flock of wild turkeys lived in the lot-sized meadow at the bottom of the road, and they roosted in a big live oak beside it. They wandered the whole area, but the tree was their home base, and they never quite *recognized* the road as being for humans.
There are turkeys all over town, btw; these are just “my” turkeys. About once every two years, some careless asshole would *hit a turkey with their car* and the whole town would go into a justified rage. Out of all the places I’ve lived (eight states, countless towns) BC was the most “we are *part* of nature and we will *get along with it*” community I encountered. I loved it!
Ok, first video: I’m coming out of my neighborhood onto Kings Creek, the slightly wider road where the Turkey Tree is. One of the boys is wandering back and forth in front of my car like he’s never seen one in his entire got-damn life.