Wild: Turkeys and Mennonites

I enjoy my travels to and from work because they involve a variety of elements: the challenge of the laneway, the serenity of sunrises or blood moon nights, and of course entertainment. No, I'm not refering to the good old CBC or my mellow prerecorded tunes and although the road conditions, or perhaps lack of, can make me laugh at where tax dollars may be going, I have to say the most entertaining things I see are the wild turkeys and the mennonites gone wild.
Down the road in a wooded area a family of wild fowl live. I think there are about 14 of them in the flock but I don't always see them all. They huddle in the middle of the road-I'm not to sure of their intent- and when they see my car coming they become anxious and spread thier wings wide. Then the fear. I can't tell if thier eyes grow wide but the birds all begin to clamber. They slip and slide all over the iced road, some go head over tail and then they begin to run. They run like hot coals are under their feet, knees held high. Some run down the middle of the road, others run for the ditch. There's safety in numbers and the lone turkey left behind takes flight. It's a sad little flight, he barely makes it off the groud. With way cleared I continue on my trip hoping I will see them maybe later on or the next day. Further along my travels, amongst the mennonite communities, I will run into horse and carriages. The other dayI saw a mennonite boy holding onto a rope attached to a horse drawn carriage that was driving on the highway. The boy had on big yellow skis and was "water skiing" in the ditch on the snow. I laughed so hard! If the elders had caught those boys I'm sure they would have been in a lot of trouble. Black hats, long coats and bright yellow skiis. Mennonites gone wild!