Wild Turkey & Babies

Wild Turkey & Babies!

I've got my routine down pretty well now and have found different rides to do for all the different wind patterns. I still get confused sometimes about which direction is which, but more often than not I have the wind at my back for at least half of my ride...and if I am really crafty, I'll fine tune it such that the cross-wind sections ride more like a tailwind than not. How do I do this? Ha! Come on out for a visit and I'll take you for a ride!!

For something to focus on during the long flat windy sections (all the time!), I've been checking out all the wild-life here on the plains. Ah, yes, the title of this email is about to make sense. And you thought I was gonna write something about how drinking too much wild turkey can lead to babies? Shame on you. It's just that on today's 40+ mile jaunt (which by the way took me absolutely no where really except North and East and then back South and West), I passed the most wild turkey's I've ever seen in my life. 7 Big Turkey's! They were huddling right near the road (out Lyon County Road 2 and almost County Road 11---right past Amiret for all you Minnesotans), and since the wind was blowing right into my path, I don't think they heard me approaching and so they didn't tear out until I could almost reach out and touch them! They are HUGE birds. They look like short ostriches. And they walk really funny at close range. They are about as tall as my bicycle wheels, maybe bigger...and they waddle..but very fast! Weird.

The other thing I noticed were all the cute baby cows. I've also never seen so many babies. Spring. Ah yes. This is spring.
Everywhere you look. And these cows are clean cows. I think Minnesotans wash their cows as much as they wash everything else. The white fur is WHITE. The colors are BRIGHT. So they must be using one of those nifty laundry detergent brands to keep so clean looking. The nice thing about the cattle here is that it is nothing like COW-shwitz...you know that highway 5 (in California) cattle ranch that looks strikingly like a concentration camp for cattle. Not here. There are maybe like 15-20 cows and they're all hanging out, eating grass, having kids and taking baths alot.

I got home from my ride and ate a HUGE plate of spaghetti and sour dough english muffins, probably un-doing all the good I might have done on my ride...then took the small hound to her special running spot and watch my own little wild-thing-Scrapper tear out like a race car for miles over the Minnesotan black soil, hunting for huge Minnesotan squirrels, in her new little Minnesotan prairie home town.

...another day on the prairie

Baby Cows R Calves...

...of course I know this. And if I didn't, than the 18 (yes, 18 and counting...so if you were just about to hit the send key, it's not necessary) email messages I received have clarified things.

I was trying to sound like a city girl who just moved to the country. I guess, it worked!! (and I guess I am)

I like baby dogs, baby cats, baby rabbits AND baby horses too!!