The time I got chased by Wild Turkeys.

Fear is one hell of a thing. We all have made decisions in our life at one point of another based on how frightened we were. When you’re young, fears are a bit irrational. Like tthe fear of a monster under your bed, or a fear of people in animal suits. (Ironically, a fear small Vinnie had.)

As you get older, your fears start to have more rational substance. Instead, most adults fear things based in reality. Claustrophobia, fear of loud noises, arachnophobia. There are real fears out that that cause people discomfort or pain.

Luckily for all of us, the post I am writing doesn’t have anything to do with something dangerous– as far as you know. My fear was actually rather silly.

There was a time when I was scared of wild turkeys. Or turkey vultures. Honestly, I have no idea what kinds of birds those fuckers were.

This story happened back in fall. It was either in 2017 or 2018, a few weeks before Thanksgiving break. I was at the IRSC campus in my current hometown, and I was heading to the English building to both wait for my classes and work on some schoolwork. I had at least three or four papers that needed to be finished.

As I am walking across the parking lot, I pass this flock of birds. I thought they were wild turkeys, just because of the way their feathers looked. Honestly, you cannot blame me for making an assumption like that.

As I was walking by, the birds started to follow me. Which at the time, I thought was hilarious. So, I took out my phone and turned to start recording. And of course, I mutter to myself. “Oh, man. This is so creepy.”

As I was trying to film them following me, these birds started running at me, making these loud squawking noises.

I am a big guy. A big chee. But for some reason, I almost tripped as I turned to book it. I thought I was going to get murdered by a fucking posse of wild turkeys!

When I tried to leave the building later, they were still out there. Waiting. Watching. So, I ended up getting a lot of work done on campus.

Do you want to know what the worst part of all this was?

I lost the recording. For three years after all this, I had to explain to people what happened everytime I even mentioned my fear of turkeys. I had no proof. They all just thought I was a big old Scaredy Cat (>:3) who was afraid of Thanksgiving Dinner. But they didn’t see their murderous beady eyes. The sharp talons.

This was a blast from the past. I don’t think I have told anyone of my furry/writer friends about this story.

Thank goodness, because the blog well has been running dry! But it won’t today! Not on my watch! I AM SO PUMPED UP!