One day, I was driving in the country — more in the country than even my house, I mean — and I saw this guy. Naturally, I stopped and snappied a picture.
#1 Daughter, who lives next to us, says she saw one of these guys strolling across her back yard some years ago. We’ve had flocks of wild turkey migrating by foot (although they can fly) and once we had a bevy of Guinea fowl spend a couple of days, possibly on a brief vacation from their real home.
Off the topic of birds, some of our neighbors keep goats, one keeps several pot-bellied pigs, and one used to have bison and then long-horned cattle. We passed them on the way to town.
The folks down the street used to keep a mule. Our dog Jack couldn’t stay away from it, even after he got a couple of mule-shoe tattoos on his noggin.
I expected to see cows and chickens around the joint when we moved to the country, but Corydon doesn’t seem to do anything by half measures.
It’s kind of a blast.
A WRITING PROMPT FOR YOU: A character goes somewhere and encounters a creature they don’t expect.