"Listen up, turkey...if you don't run, I can't chase you..."
I watched my dog follow the turkeys around the yard today. It's a slow speed chase through the underbrush, over the porch, and around the house. He never catches them, and you can tell this is by design. He just wants to keep them in his sights. If they run, he runs. If they walk, he walks. If they stop, he nudges them to get them to run again. It's fun to watch. But it makes me wonder what Indy's motives really are.
Is he just enjoying a little playtime with turkeys? Or is he thinking of the future. Is he aware of their true purpose in life? Can he puzzle out the reason they're here? After all, the turkeys of today are tomorrow's leftovers, right?
One of these things is not like the others, one of these things just doesn't belong.
When the turkeys are out, Indy can be found in their midst, and when
they're in their pen, he can be found napping at the entrance, waiting
for them to come out again. In the end, I think he's just having a grand adventure. The chickens have become boring--yesterday's news. The turkeys are new and exciting, and they make weird noises. And dogs love things that run around and make noises. Indy practically worships the ground they walk on.
Like he's worshiping at the temple of turkey. I'll be interesting to see what happens as the birds grow up.
Until the next time...I'll leave you with more pictures of Indy and the turkeys.
