Damn how long was that I happened to see a turkey.
I remembered when I was little, I had 4-5 years.
was a time when farm animals, were in the yard, not locked up behind the net of a chicken coop.
The day the animals turned in the yard, the network of the garden, the dung of rabbits, the lodge of the hut, the clearing in front of the house, along the roadside.
I did not understand how could they not lost, not to take the resole along the vine and disappear.
How did they get to peck worms along the ditch and not go further, do not be curious to see how far that hole.
I did not understand how could they be in front of the door of the house just at the exact moment when my mother or my aunts come to open it and returned for the night.
There was the guinea fowl, dwarf the changes, the papal goose, turkey and then chickens roosters and capons, and from time to time file of chicks.
And as a child, when I was 4-5 years, I remember that I was afraid of the turkey, with that big red head of its glu-glu. I was scared because when I happened to pass by dovergli, he loaded me. And then I start to run, and the geese saw me running, that's immediately put to sneezing and running after them, too, excessively stretching their already more than long-neck, holding open the beak. What
races, and palpitations. Then
growing, I started to play with the glu-glu and the shrill voice of the geese. I did the run in spite.
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