There was no rooster greeting me for the past two weeks as I wound my way from Bart Del Norte into the El Cerrito Hills. The “cockadoodledoo” had been a welcome embellishment to my time-honored walk and I wondered what happened to the messenger.
Once I had ensnared some video through a wood fence opening of a modest house that revealed a mini-parade of hens and their male companions, I missed their audibly friendly alerts.
Packing for my Amtrak trip north from Fresno I’d almost forgotten my Sony Cybershot digital camera. But at the last minute I’d reminded myself that the wandering wild turkey I’d encountered 4 weeks ago on the steps of a split-level home, could surface again for a photo opportunity.
I’d be ready!
For all my rehearsals and preparation, there was not a trace of sauntering poultry within my El Cerrito walking radius, but resignation would not consume me.
I ignored the quiet of the home where the Rooster had incessantly crowed, and pointed my digital camera through an even bigger hole in the fence that was nearly heart-shaped.
And gasping with excitement, I found this: