I give thanks that you transport us into your woods to hear a porcupine gnaw in the gloaming, or watch turkeys skedaddle. Gratitude for beauty, grace, and the irreducible truth of nature requires no deity in my view.
On a less elevated level, I’m now fighting the urge to present the Butterball Turkey Talk-Line with a novel stuffing problem.
Your dino reference reminded me of a former law partner who stayed at the corporate client’s hunting lodge. He humiliated himself the next morning by calling with a panting emergency: six turkeys resting on rental car. Jurassic Park!
Also loved (what does this say?) the squirrel viscera. Such operatic beings the squirrels; so deserving of a libretto with long-nailed gesticulations and mad chittering. The score: angsty, angular, Finnish.