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The turkey jumped up onto the fence and looked around. I miss the mating season. He bounded into the yard and came over to the bird seed. I’m a bird too, damnit. Only a couple bites into that which had been scattered by the apparently extremely wasteful tiny birds and probably some of those nasty raccoons and he was startled. Oh fuck, there’s a human on that porch. The turkey fled a few yards, priming those bony legs to escape, should the human get it into its head to give chase. Not that a human had ever done that, at least not a full grown one. These humans are not at all like raccoons. The turkey loped off, sad to have missed out on a lengthier breakfast of admittedly unhealthy birdseed. Instead, the turkey jumped the fence back into the “outside”, picked up a tiny stick, and ran into the woods. I wish this twig would point me the way to where my life is unfolding.