Dinosaur tracks

            There were turkey highways all over the property where we spent the last three days. I was shocked at the size of their footprints, equal to my own outstretched hand. “Dinosaur tracks,” my sister-in-law called them. I could almost imagine it, since I never saw them. A local told us that the turkeys hadn’t appeared since Kate and Clara started sniffing around their field. Hard to imagine those massive feet would be intimidated by anything. I’m glad my dogs didn’t have to fend off any dinosaur defense.
            Back home this morning, suddenly there were signs of dense bird traffic, not the crows, whose feet make trails all the time, but many miniscule trails. At first I saw only faint, parallel lines, a vole on skis? Then I looked up close – spidery little tri-pronged feet. Have my dogs been deterring ground explorations at home too? Who knew my doggies had such power over all these dinosaur descendants?
 
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