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I live in the country. My house sits on a hill right next to my older brother's. We are partners in a sense. We have a tree farm, and jointly own about 70 acres.
We both enjoy watching the wildlife, and only allow selective hunting during deer season. You might wonder why I allow any hunting if I love wildlife so much? But the fact of the matter is that I am in a constant battle with the deer population. They love to eat anthing that I plant. Last summer my black eyed susans were beautiful until I came out one morning and all three bushes were gone. Not just nibbled on, but gone without a trace.
Birds and small game are another story. I have a pet flock of turkeys. The big guy,Tom, is back for a second season. I know it's him due to distintive markings. There is nothing graceful or beautiful about him, or any wild turkeys for that matter. But they are so much fun to watch.
I agree with Ben Franklin when he proposed that the turkey should be the national bird. It would now be so appropriate. If you have never watched them gracelessly bump into things while trying to get off the ground, you are missing a great show.
We have been placing cracked corn at the edge of the woods to lure them out of the woods and away from the stray poachers who sometimes hunt here. But still they prefer the woods. I worry about them all of the time. They have become pets. I know that eventually they will meet their demise, probably at the hands of the scary hicks who live down the dirt road. These people make the Clampetts look cosmipolitan.
Until that time, me and my little dog will enjoy their company. I forgot to tell you, The big guy is Tom, but the rest of the flock are referred to as The Heartbreakers. I just couldn't resist because Petty is on my list of favorites.