Forgot your password?

We just sent you an email, containing instructions for how to reset your password.

Sign in

  • While cycling home this evening through Forest Park:

    "Excuse me, you look like a photographer"

    (I get this a lot.)

    "Can you take our picture please? We need the turkey in it too."

    I notice a little furry turkey wearing a dress.

    "Why do you need the turkey?", I inquire.

    "Don't ask."

    "Ooooh kay."

    The girl in leggings hands me a plastic fixed-focus throwaway film camera. While I am puzzling out what to do with a camera that has only one button and one dial on it, up they go onto the balustrade that borders the Grand Basin lake.


    They adopt a variety of poses, legs sticking out in all directions until eventually settling on a dual kiss on the turkey's head. I snap a couple of shots and wonder why I can't see the image on the back on the camera.

    "One for me?", I request gingerly.


    Then they were down, collecting the film camera and running off.

    "What's with the turkey?", I shout after them.

    "We don't know."

    The words float back on the wind.

    I still don't know.
    • Share

    Connected stories:


Collections let you gather your favorite stories into shareable groups.

To collect stories, please become a Citizen.

    Copy and paste this embed code into your web page:

    px wide
    px tall
    Send this story to a friend:
    Would you like to send another?

      To retell stories, please .

        Sprouting stories lets you respond with a story of your own — like telling stories ’round a campfire.

        To sprout stories, please .

            Better browser, please.

            To view Cowbird, please use the latest version of Chrome, Safari, Firefox, Opera, or Internet Explorer.