The day I first spotted Hercules, I sat, amazed, watching people stop their busy lives, pausing the chaos because he was in the way. They could have gone around or worse yet, hit him but they didn't. For just that moment the world didn't revolve around them. Some looked puzzled, others amused but they looked. They all took that moment to witness the absurdity of a wild turkey calmly crossing the road in the suburban jungle.
Why did the chicken cross the road? We may never know, but if you get the chance, ask the turkey.
Hercules, as he's been fondly named by my clan resides on the corner of Green Bay and Rockland in Lake Bluff, IL. He can often be spotted hanging out on the corner, sometimes in the road, occasionally assisting a pedestrian. Sometimes he works from behind the scenes but, as you can see here, rain or shine, he's attempting to change the world one motorist at a time.
(Photo by Robin Snyder)