I have to tell this story before it expires in relevance. It needs to be recorded as one of my first memories of our house.
I have mentioned before that this house is really just a glorified cabin. I'm not kidding when I say that. You can look up at the ceiling and between the wood slats you can see the black plastic covering that goes directly under the shingles. There is no insulation.
So late one night (about 12:30) I was on-line with Mike and we were just finishing e-mailing back and forth (chat is not available where he is). It was pitch black, except for the glow from my laptop, when all of the sudden I hear this huge, heavy thud and scrambling on the roof right over my head. I quickly wrote to Mike and asked him to stay on, that I had just heard a scary noise on the roof, this is while I was trying to not need to change my sheets (here's a little pointer, when your husband is halfway around the world and it's the middle of the night and you hear a scary noise and you want him to stay on the computer make up some other reason because he might enter freak out mode).
Anyway... the noise continued down the roof and onto our enclosed back patio. There was a very loud beating sound, over and over, and I came to this conclusion- without looking out the window, I just couldn't do it- a turkey had landed on our roof.
We have wild turkeys all over the place here. They are huge and guess what???? They can fly into the treetops of the oak trees and evidently they can fly onto roofs in the middle of the night as well. This was all confirmed my lovely next door neighbor, Pam, as we talked next to our garbage cans and recycling bins that we were both dragging to the curb the next morning.
I don't think any culture shock in Germany could really have compared to the culture shock of Carmel Valley and the abilities of their turkeys.
So, at 12:35 that night I wrote back to my husband, you know, the man that had already sent me three e-mails and had tried to call my cell phone (I don't really get coverage in my house and it didn't go through) not to fret that after listening a few minutes I had come to the conclusion that it was just a turkey. The reply was something along the lines of- if I wanted to know what scary was- followed by that advice I mentioned near the beginning of this tale of terror about not sharing certain information with your husband.
So there is the tale of the Very Frightening Noise and probably the scariest thing that has ever happened to me without my husband in the house guarding me every night. By the way, the little dogs in the other room slept right through it. The End
I have mentioned before that this house is really just a glorified cabin. I'm not kidding when I say that. You can look up at the ceiling and between the wood slats you can see the black plastic covering that goes directly under the shingles. There is no insulation.
So late one night (about 12:30) I was on-line with Mike and we were just finishing e-mailing back and forth (chat is not available where he is). It was pitch black, except for the glow from my laptop, when all of the sudden I hear this huge, heavy thud and scrambling on the roof right over my head. I quickly wrote to Mike and asked him to stay on, that I had just heard a scary noise on the roof, this is while I was trying to not need to change my sheets (here's a little pointer, when your husband is halfway around the world and it's the middle of the night and you hear a scary noise and you want him to stay on the computer make up some other reason because he might enter freak out mode).
Anyway... the noise continued down the roof and onto our enclosed back patio. There was a very loud beating sound, over and over, and I came to this conclusion- without looking out the window, I just couldn't do it- a turkey had landed on our roof.
We have wild turkeys all over the place here. They are huge and guess what???? They can fly into the treetops of the oak trees and evidently they can fly onto roofs in the middle of the night as well. This was all confirmed my lovely next door neighbor, Pam, as we talked next to our garbage cans and recycling bins that we were both dragging to the curb the next morning.
I don't think any culture shock in Germany could really have compared to the culture shock of Carmel Valley and the abilities of their turkeys.
So, at 12:35 that night I wrote back to my husband, you know, the man that had already sent me three e-mails and had tried to call my cell phone (I don't really get coverage in my house and it didn't go through) not to fret that after listening a few minutes I had come to the conclusion that it was just a turkey. The reply was something along the lines of- if I wanted to know what scary was- followed by that advice I mentioned near the beginning of this tale of terror about not sharing certain information with your husband.
So there is the tale of the Very Frightening Noise and probably the scariest thing that has ever happened to me without my husband in the house guarding me every night. By the way, the little dogs in the other room slept right through it. The End
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