Porch Therapy

5 Jun


                        Porch Therapy



            Last week, while you were basking in a shower of pine pollen, I was undergoing back porch therapy in  South Texas deer country in an effort to overcome the incessant word bombardment of TV commentators and other “experts” who appear to be dedicated to the downfall of all previously held views having to do with moral values and adherence to the natural order of things. If you’ve been around as many winters as I have, you too may have an aversion to being pushed into believing that anything a large number of people want to do should be accepted by all, and all of us, when squirted from the social formatting  machine should be the same, lie peas in a pod.

            Back porch therapy  is most effective, rating as high as sitting on a screened-in back porch watching it rain. You might want to try it sometime if  you can tear  yourself away from the boob tube.

            This type of therapy  involved my sitting in a comfortable chair drinking coffee on the back porch of our daughter’s and son in law’s ranch home while watching wild turkeys stroll leisurely across the yard,  occasionally stopping to eat grain that had fallen from Diana’s bird feeders. There were other turkeys just beyond the yard fence, as well as white tail deer witch were most likely to appear early and late. Both the deer and the turkeys appear without enticement, but the corn scattered on the tank road  no doubt contributes to their daily visits in such large numbers.

            The toms’ source of masculine pride, their  beards, hung within two inches of the ground, but their beauty was best displayed by heir wide, colorful fan-like tail feathers when they spread them, which they often did with an accompanying loud gobble. They usually moved about in small groups of four to six, separate from the hens this time of year. The younger jakes were present as well, but their short beards didn’t give them bragging rights. And I don’t recall seeing one spreading its tail feathers like the toms.  Both, however, like the hens, could boast of the effervescent quality of their feathers when struck by the sun’s rays.

            Some might not think of the turkey as being one of the most intelligent members of the animal world, but they have been seeing doing one thing that proves that they are not stupid either. They do this by moving under the corn distributor attached to the bumper or Jack’s truck and jumping up to peck the corn release lever. The continue doing this until they get all the corn they want. They also posses a keen eyesight and ability to run faster than a dog when they choose running over flying. But watching them watching me brought a question to mind that some of you turkey experts might be able to answer. When a turkey turns his head sideways to give me a close look, does he close its other eye so it won’t see two images? 

            In spite of questions prompted by the behavior of nature’s critters and remembrances of man’s folly regarding rules to live by, I found porch therapy well worth the long drive.



One Response to “Porch Therapy”

  1. Beverly Bowden Bishop June 5, 2014 at 9:41 pm #

    Amen to porch therapy! Especially in George west with our family! Doesn’t get much better than that ! Enjoyed the blog daddy!

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