A lot has happened between Boston and today. One important thing that happened is that I found myself on one side of my camera with a turkey on the other side. Turkeys are strange creatures. They’ve got a bald wrinkly head reminiscent of a small pink testicle with eyes and a beak. It’s the avian definition of “homely” and is generally most valued for what it brings to a Thanksgiving plate.
I stared at it today and noticed something that didn’t line up with any of that.
I’d argue they were even more beautiful than the feathers on the peacocks. Everyone has something beautiful about them. Each creature is really splendid in some way.
Thankfully a peacock was available so you can decide for yourself.