I am ever thankful for our “new” old home, but every now and then I think about the house we spent the last 24 years in.  We lived in a very convenient part of the city- close to all major freeways – a plethora of ethnic restaurants – a great art community and the home of the Johnson Street Turkeys.

This flock had grown from a few scrawny birds into a thriving hoard of healthy, sumptuous looking, glorious looking turkeys that would grace any Thanksgiving table. This year our neighborhood is lacking such luxurious birds.  However, I am thankful that they no longer peck their way through my cocoa mulch or leave a trail of feathers behind them.

Once, as my husband was driving past the butcher shop, he noticed one of the turkeys had strayed from the flock and was laying close to the railroad track.  He also saw one of the butchers, from said butcher shop, running towards it with meat cleaver in hand.  Fortunately the bird lived to see another day, as he rose from the deepness of sleep and took off just in time.

These birds were written about in the local newspaper.  They had become quite the item.  It was said they knew how to cross the street on the traffic light, which I didn’t really believe, but stranger things have happened in the city.  They often were seen racing after a mail or garbage truck or scaring the bejeebers out of some kid on his way to school.

The Johnson Street Turkeys often seemed to move out of the neighborhood during Thanksgiving week. Apparently, being city birds, they were very street smart.  As time goes by and we become more accustomed to our new “old” house, I expect to see a little more wildlife in the community.  Of course I now live in the Halloween Capitol of the World.  Maybe that’s not such a good thing.


About atimetoshare.me

As I reach the end of my years, I find I have a lot of good information stored up in this old decrepit mind of mine. If I don't write it all down, it may vanish and no one will have the advantage of my thoughts. This is why this blog exists. I love the Lord, Jesus with all my heart and soul. I know I'm undeserving of all He's done for me, but I also know that His love is beyond my comprehension. I've always wanted to write. I never kept diaries, but tucked my thoughts in my head for future reference. I use them now in creating stories, plays, poetry and my blog. I continue to learn every day. I believe the compilation of our time spent with God will have huge affect on the way we live. I know I'm a sinner and I need a Savior. I have One through Jesus, Christ. My book, "Stages - a memoir," is about the seven stages of life from the perspective of a woman. It addresses all the things girls and women go through in life as they travel it with Jesus, and it is available on Amazon.com.
This entry was posted in Humor, Thanksgiving, Uncategorized and tagged , , , . Bookmark the permalink.


  1. perhaps I should send you a mounted one…
    I use to have a full standing tom mounted in my classroom—when I retired the kids went nuts wanting to have a cookie inheritance…that turkey is living probably on some college campus by now…
    You will now set the standard for some new traditions my friend—exciting as well as a little scary….new has that way about itself—here is to turkeys and tradition….
    and going Greenville or bust 🙂

    Liked by 1 person

Comments are closed.