The Kougar's Wild Turkey

Yesterday, during the late morning hours, Big Beautiful Cats, the Kougar noticed through her back window, this giant dark-colored bird standing on her un-mowed lawn. At first, moi could not determine despite her stalking scrutiny if it was a hawk or a wild turkey. When she grabbed her driving spectacles and the bird finally moved -- a great rejoicing occurred inside the Kougaress's breast. A single wild turkey, not more than thirty feet away. Either a hen or a young male. In prior blogs moi has waxed long and poetic over her love for these incredible majestic birds roaming around her cattle country neighborhood.
Fascinated for far longer than moi would have believed...because the turkey didn't leave quickly as the Kougar would have thought...no, Turkle hung out for close to an hour, leisurely and carefully moving about. Always close to the cover of a tree, Turkle checked the surroundings for any sign of a predator, then took a time of peacking, feeding on the ground and stripping off the dandelion seeds. Turkle also preened quite a bit. Let me meow, that long neck comes in handy when cleaning back and breast feathers, and the feathers beneath those large, large wings. Once, Turkle spread those wings, absolutely delighting moi.
It was the most amazing experience, Big Kitties. The Kougar hopes Turkle will return soon for eye-devouring only.
The shaman message? If there is one? Certainly, Turkle was an absolute gift to the Kougaress's soul. Thank you, Divine Bast.
Today was Siren author chat day on the Two Lips Review chat loop. What moi learns about her fellow authors ~ enough to scorch the whiskers off her scrunchy face! Meow-wow! One mew-sing below, Big Kitties.
To answer one of Tina's questions, my current release with Siren, All Shades of Blue Paradise, began as a semi-dream I had of the heroine, Lady Sheridan, as she sultry-walked to the meet with the hero, Baron Zaggry, her fiancee' from ten years past. I knew he was still in love with her and had never discovered why she ended their engagement. I also knew he intended to punish her with pleasure, given his dominant ruling nature.
Smooch to the wild turkey from the Kougar...

Kiss the Wild Turkeys

Have you ever seen a wild turkey? The ones that are still strutting splendidly. roaming around the wild spots of our beloved nation, the ones who are still hunted -- the turkeys Ben Franklin so admired? The Kougar is beyond grateful at her spare sightings of these magnificent wild fowls. Yes, she squealed with elated delight, clapped her paws, as they crossed the gravel road in front of her, several of them, like a small herd headed from one small wooded section to another strip of woods where a tiny stream flows.
The Kougar had heard others wax poetic on this great American bird, viewed photos in the wildlife mags -- however, dear Big Kitties, it's not the salivating same. It is just not the same dinner. Just as the domestic white gobble gobble is not the same dinner the pilgrim's enjoyed.
No, not the same as hunting the real wild turkey for another precious sighting.
Wild turkeys own a regal and strong bearing, how they stand, how they move -- and how they flow vigorously and purposefully together.
The wiley birds so difficult to hunt with musket and powder, or bow and arrow, according to our nation-building ancestors.
The Kougaress misses spotting her wild turkeys, despite her roving gaze, her keen stalking eye. She worries about their welfare.
May the Divine so protect them, their abundance demands we enjoy a wild turkey dinner in a sacred keeping of nature's balance.

Perhaps a pouring of Wild Turkey in the egg nog...?

Wild Turkey kisses from the Kougar