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Tuesday, August 03, 2021

As much as I dispute the characterization of my upstate New York hometown as a rural outpost, I invariably come upon reinforcing vignettes like this:

I took my newly-restored Jeep Cherokee out for some drivetime this past Sunday. I was winding through a typical Orange County back road, a secluded-residential stretch, when I had to slow down abruptly.

The reason? A pair of young turkeys. They had chosen that moment to emerge from some lawn-shrubbery to sprint across the pavement, toward a modest patch of woods. (My riding companion told me afterward that there was a third gobbler, who had hung back and crossed after I sped past.)

It’s hard to claim metro-suburban roots when wild poultry is running amok a couple of miles from your childhood haunts.

I will say that I don’t remember these turkey-trotters being around years ago. The usual woodland menagerie included deer, hares, woodchucks (the preferred term for groundhogs), and raccoons. I understand that foxes, coyotes, and even the occasional bear are among the new local beasts. All of which I’ll have to be on the lookout for, on future weekend 4×4 outings…

by Costa Tsiokos, Tue 08/03/2021 08:16am
Category: New Yorkin'
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