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It was a bright, cranberry infused sunrise, and the cocks of our village had begun to crow. A light Kona wind rustled the palm trees out of their slumber, covering the footsteps of
a tribe of wild turkeys
as they emerged from the lush tropical jungle and surrounded our village.We awoke to an undecipherable language as guards were posted around our lanai. Satisfied that their incursion was successful, the rest of the tribe surveyed and foraged the yard. Trapped in our hut, we hoped they would leave as suddenly as they had arrived, before our lanai was turned into a slick sheet of turkey poo. The toughest of the bunch, rough around the neck and unplucked, seemed to be their leader. Bad tempered, ill mannered, and stuffed with silence he quickly positioned himself in the middle of our lanai where he could survey his new encampment while the rest of the band of militants continued to roam freely, grazing on grass, searching for seed, nuts, insects and millipedes. “Oh my god, Cabana Boy,” whispered Dancing Girl. “Those birds are up to something. I think they are looking for a safe house to hide out until Thanksgiving passes by!” Clearly they seemed satisfied that they had found a safe santuary to spend the morning, appease their hunger, and rest before continuing their journey, wherever it might take them. We could only hope it was somewhere else. |
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