Mason is growing by leaps and bounds. Two new houses went up last year, and now D.A. Wilson has prepared a foundation for another new home. This one is on land owned by Yos Van Merlo, who already has a nice summer here. We keep seeing quite a lot of traffic on the King’s Highway in vehicles I am not familiar with.
I wrote about Shiloh’s favorite dog toy, a rubber rooster with a raucous squawk. That one finally lost his voice, I think in the water. Mona came home with a twin to the old squawking rooster last week, and you should have seen Shiloh’s reaction. He grabbed the rooster, ran outside with it and tore around the yard at full speed, squawking the rooster in time to his leaps! When he settled down, Shiloh continued mouthing the rooster making a whole series of slightly different squawks, until we couldn’t stand it any longer, so we put the rooster out of reach! Now, we let Shiloh have the rooster for a while, and then put it away to both shut it up and to avoid Shiloh losing or destroying the squawker, hoping it will last longer.
This past Monday I was loading firewood into my dump trailer in the field below my garden, and Shiloh was sniffing around in the tall grass and flushed a hen turkey that squawked and fluttered across the field and into the woods. I called Shiloh, and he soon returned. Then he went back into the area where the hen turkey launched. I kept looking up at Shiloh, thinking that there might be some baby turkeys in the grass – the possible reason for the loud squawking when the turkey took off. Sure enough, Shiloh came bounding to me with a baby turkey in his mouth! I scolded Shiloh, and he willingly gave up his catch, which appeared to be uninjured. I took Shiloh up to the house, showed Mona the baby turkey, and then took the turkey back down and released it near where the mother had taken off.
I went back to work loading the trailer, but kept an eye out, thinking the mother turkey might return. After a while, there she was, slowly walking around in the grass with her head held high, alertly scanning her surroundings, looking for her babies and probably Shiloh! I continued throwing firewood into the trailer, keeping an eye out for the turkey, about 38 yards away. She continued alertly looking around until I finished loading the wood. As I drove the tractor and trailer past the area where the turkey was still looking around, I spied two baby turkeys trotting along a swath of mown grass toward the mother. I am happy to report that she found at least two of her babies and probably more.