02 May 2005


Originally uploaded by nomad claire.

Mom ran into two of our neighbors today; they live diagonally behind us and have 3 daughters (I would guess 6, 4, and brand-new). They had seen the bear (of which I'm immensely jealous) as well as the wild turkey.

With a humorous glint in her eye, Mom relayed to me that they'd named the turkey Tyler. It didn't seem amusing to me, but rather obvious that the turkey deserved a name because I'd already named him Fred; I just hadn't told anyone. When I mentioned this to my mom, she said, "Maybe his name's Fred Tyler."

"Or Tyler Fred," I offered.

But now it's been a few hours and their name has grown on me. Turkey Tyler, Tyler the Turkey- it just sounds right.

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