I’m a little bit of a naturalist at heart (luckily I proofread this post because initially I typed naturist and that is a very different thing) and one of the major delights about living in a different continent is seeing new animals in the wild for the first time.
Whether it is a raccoon or a bear, I am going to be excited about seeing it and then possibly scared. In fact I will possibly be dead because I am useless at identifying animals that might do me harm; like the time I tried to get a closeup of an impressively large snake I didn’t realise was a rattlesnake.
This weekend I was hanging out in the beautiful Mount Auburn Cemetery in Cambridge (I don’t make a habit of hanging out in cemeteries I promise but this is a famous one) when I saw a turkey in the wild for the first time. I knew that they could be found in the wild here but I was slightly dubious of tales of turkeys in peoples back gardens. If they were to be found everywhere, why hadn’t I ever seen one? They are pretty big birds and I’m not that short sighted that I wouldn’t notice one if I came across it.
I didn’t only see one turkey I saw loads of the awkward things. The locals were possibly amused at the Brit chasing them round trying to get a good photograph that didn’t have a gravestone in the background but I managed to get a few shots. Turkeys are strange animals up close, kind of like a pheasant fancied a bit of a change and decided to mate with an ostrich with a turkey being the result. It is entirely possible that I will never get a job presenting a wildlife programme.
In addition to the turkeys I also saw a group of turtles hanging out at the side of a pond. We don’t have turtles in the British Isles either so they are still a novelty to me and I paused to get some shots. They were pretty sizable and I was able to get pretty close to them without spooking them and get some decent photos. It was nice that they weren’t shy and able to come out of their shells. Sorry, I’ll get my coat.
How was your weekend?