Driving home from town, there she was. I hadn’t seen a wild turkey in years, but there she came, big as life right out of the woods. I was surprised because wild turkeys usually hide out the same as the deer. Also, she was by herself. When I have seen turkey hens before they were not alone and sometimes had a tom turkey with them. It reminded me that God’s wild creatures are all around me. Just because I rarely see them doesn’t mean they aren’t there. And those I do see, the many varieties of birds and the squirrels and even the pesky armadillos and smelly skunks, do I really see them? God must have thought them significant enough to create them. Maybe I should show a little more appreciation.
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Briefly Speaking is full of hope and encouragement--that's my goal. I'm a professional writer who promises you sometimes funny, sometimes thought-provoking comment on my life in horse country in north Texas and on what's happening in the world at large. View all posts by Sheila Graham