Never a dull moment
Well, he opened the lid, inside amongst water bottles, brake fluid, grease and two inches of road dust, stood the most pathetic looking white turkey I have ever seen. Feeling sorry for the bird, I gave the 10 dollars, and set the bird free to roam around the yard. Wallace said the turkey's name was Garry, that was fine until several days later when Garry laid an egg. I was not sure of what the feminine for Garry would be, so we continued to call it Garry. Garry was like a dog always at your feet, it would follow you around the yard, chase the truck , stand on the deck and look in the kitchen window. I never managed to clean the dirt and grease off the bird. You could spray water on it, but the dirt never seemed to come out, not sure of what to do with it I assumed over the summer it would grow new feathers and look fine, well that never happened. One day while in conversation with Gloria from the store, she told us about this girl who came with her neck all bitten up like she had hickies everywhere, Gloria enquired and the girl recanted the events leading up to her present state. It seems while returning from Lloydminster, they stopped in at Red Cross, enjoyed a few beverage with the local folks. Upon their departure she mentioned it was her birthday, so they gave her a turkey. She had the turkey in the back seat, while in route to Ministikwan Lake, the turkey went wild biting at her. Unable to keep the turkey away, her husband finally stopped the car and put the turkey in the trunk. The next day sold it to Paul. Now we Knew how the turkey came to be in the trunk. As it turned out Garry stayed with us until early fall, as no one wanted to eat her, I took her to a farm which had incredibly well kept turkeys with beautiful plumage Garry was a definite miss fit amongst them. On another occasion, Bruce came in the yard selling a load of fire wood, we made a deal, I gave him a cheque, the wood was to be unloaded beside the shed. Normally I would have assisted with the unloading, on this day we had friends in and were just sitting down to supper, so I didn't go out. A short while later, Harvey said there goes your wood back out of the yard. I insisted Bruce would not do that, Harvey laughed saying, "Thats what he did." After a quick check, that was indeed the case, no wood was unloaded. Bruce now had my cheque and his wood which he was about to attempt to sell twice. I assumed he headed east to Whelan to resell the wood and cash the cheque. Getting a bit of a jump on him, I phoned Whelan explained the situation, sure enough he showed up and Pearl would have nothing to do with him, she told him I canceled the cheque. About 20 minuets, later Bruce was back at the door sheepishly still wanting to sell the same wood and was now willing to settle for less money, a second deal was made and the wood was indeed unloaded. As far back in the woods as we are there never seems to be a dull moment. |
