A little whisper in the dark

Chicken in a biskit

A bunch of turkeys live in a nest in my backyard, poking and scratching away at the ground looking for food all the time. As my housemates used to feed them stale and mouldy bread, they've cottoned on to the fact that humans mean food, and one or two of them would usually hang about while I'm out in the backyard hanging laundry.

From the recently hatched brood of chicks, there's this particular one that has an injured leg, and thus has to hop around on the other leg looking for food.

Though I normally don't ever feed the turkeys, today, perhaps as acknowledgement for its spirit, I tossed it some biscuits and watched it hobble over and greedily peck away at it.

I guess everyone could use a break every now and then, especially when they're down.

posted by Chung Leong @ 2:47 PM