I have to confess I am a bit disappointed in what those in the know told us about the tracks in our back yard. Bad enough to have missed a dinosaur’s visit to our back yard, but now to discover there was no tyrannosaurus at all, but rather turkeys. Sigh.
I take solace in noting my bravado when faced with the power of a dinosaur. Curiosity overwhelmed my fear and while I am not so naïve as to think I could be friends with a big lizard, I did have enthusiasm for show and tell. With my excitement relegated to a Thanksgiving dinner, I heal my wounds by believing that even dinosaurs probably taste like chicken.
Dinosaurs remain on my bucket list if only be it a trip to the Galapagos Islands. Jeff Bezos paid them a visit and survived under the most dire of departures. Few of the items on my bucks list had been fear converters, but now that I have faced the rex, I am thinking to add more to this genre.
Last but not least, I would have thought turkeys smelled, but they must be as clean as lizards.