Watching TV tonight it's hard not to miss the "hot" news story of the moment. Fugitives, George and Jennifer Hyatte were apprehended after a "Bonnie & Clyde" style prison escape that ended in Columbus Ohio. While watching the news story and hearing the reference to that famous couple I was jarred by a memory.
I had two turkey's as pets ( I know I know...Turkey's? yes...Turkey's) and their names were, oddly, Bonnie & Clyde. I kept them at my Grandpa and Grandma Paisley's house. They ran all over that place and would gobble back at you like they knew what they were talking about. Sometimes I would find one of their long, white feathers, hide behind a tree, shake the feather, make a gobble noise and laugh until I cried as I watched those sweet little dorks run to find the new turkey in town. They were surprised everytime when they discovered it was me. Yes, I realize I led a sheltered life. Can you see why I am the way I am?? Anyway, one day, for no apparent reason, Bonnie died. I swear it wasn't because she ran into a tree! Clyde was heartbroken and he ran all over the farm looking for his mate, his bright red wattle swaying in the breeze like a flag. In fact, I couldn't do the hide behind the tree thing anymore because I just knew he would feel real bad running to the tree expecting his love and finding only me holding a feather. Poor Clyde...he didn't last long. Maybe a couple of weeks, and then he too, took that final dirt nap, dying of a broken heart, I'm sure.