Running up on wildlife in my early morning runs is nothing new. I see and hear all sorts of critters skittering off into the shadows as I plod my way along. Thankfully, I still haven’t met up with any coyotes or mountain lions that supposedly lurk just beyond my normal running routes.
Yesterday morning, I was cruising along the second half of my route. Not particularly motoring along, but still getting by at a comfortable pace. One podcast had just wrapped up and there was a few seconds of dead air before the next one started up. In this brief interlude, I somehow spooked a turkey and pretty much jumped out of my skin when I got an angry gobble in return.
I’ve spooked turkeys before, but normally you can get pretty close before they fight back. The turkey in the instance was off in the shadows where I couldn’t make them out at all. I quickened my pace a bit fearing for an ambush from the rest of his pack. With a sigh of relief, I made it away unscathed.
I ran through the same area about 20 minutes later on the way back to home and braced myself for another barrage. But, the turkey had moved on.