"Sometimes you feel like a nut, sometimes you don't." That old commercial for Almond Joy and Mounds started my day yesterday. Buckets in hand, I was ready to step out the door when I saw the turkey ladies in the herb garden again. There is a particular wild grass that grows unbidden and unwanted there. Digging out most, I always leave some for the turkeys. It sends up tall stalks covered in tiny seeds that are a favorite of the big birds. They run the stems through their beaks, stripping the seeds like kids licking straws from a milk shake. Telling myself that the longer I delayed, the hotter the barn would be, still I waited until the ladies had moved on. Nuts do things like that.
How do they know? I had to look up when deer hunting season will start, but the deer already knew. One of the does I'd seen in the pasture was down by the woods in the morning and the buck streaked across the front drive at nightfall. They've moved into my little patch of forest for sanctuary. How do they know they'll be safe here?
It's back up into the nineties again. Nuts.