The first thing I do every morning upon waking is look out the window.
I like to leave the blinds up when camped in a secluded spot. Here at Ivie Creek Camp in east-central Utah the Best Little Trailer is nestled in a bower of young oak trees. Filtered light descends through the branches. An open window lets in fresh air and the comforting sound of the brook.
I sit up in bed and look out the window.
“Oh my gosh!” I exclaim in surprised whisper. Bridget lifts her head out from the covers and then sleepily retreats.
“Turkeys!”
A big tom and two hens step about ten feet from my window in that careful way fowl have of placing each foot purposefully on the ground. They see my movement inside the BLT and pick up their pace, heading down the slope toward the lawn below.
I grab my camera and rush out the door in my bare feet.
Hobbling down the slope I lose sight of the tom, but I do manage a few shots of the hens.
They cross the creek and slowly walk up the slope on the other side to disappear into the sage brush. I chuckle on the way back to the BLT. Well, that’s a new way to start the day!
The crew is up and ready to start their day.
Spike is always up before Bridget. He peers out at a new day, unaware that we’ve had visitors.
While Bridget and Spike are eating their breakfast and I’m replying to blog comments and drinking coffee, I happen to look out the window.
“Oh my gosh, they’re back!”
Tom Turkey is right under the back window by the spare tire and quickly disappears again.
I grab the camera and take a photo of a hen through the window. The quality is poor but this proves we do have some curious turkeys around here!
What’s funny is these turkeys must have circled around under cover of the sagebrush, come down the bank out of my view, across the creek and the little meadow, and up our slope to sneak into our campsite again from the back of the BLT. What nosy neighbors!
Okay, that’s enough turkey talk. Let’s go down to the creek!
That Spike! He sure does know how to live! His motto? “If it feels good, do it.”
You think all we do is play all day, right?
Well, that may be true of the crew, but I actually accomplish something today.
I got out the stepladder, a bucket of water from the creek, some rags, and my bottle of NuPolish. See how the fiberglass has lost its shine? I put another coat of polish on the upper front, sunny side, and back. It’s the perfect day for this kind of activity, not too warm and a gentle breeze.
Later that evening the crew and I walk up the road to the campground sign. The gobbles of turkeys emanate from the oak trees as we turn and head for home.
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