The Highland Crossing Trail in Brighton, 12/5/20 10:41AM – 10:50AM [Photos: David Kramer]
A few days ago, The first December snowfall at the Highland Crossing Trail in Brighton described a reflective if not melancolic hike through the Highland Crossing Trail in Brighton where the first snow of the season produced a wan pall, a harbinger of the cold blasts of winter.
The trail felt devoid of animal and human activity, only amplified by the abandoned Psychiatric Center shrouded in dankness in the distance, the gated Juvenile Detention Center behind wire to the left, and deserted crumbling buildings and now useless industrial debris to the right and center.
After the hike, I wrote: “Not to be gloomy, once I returned home the snow was on its way to melting. Our next update on Highland Crossing snow will be more ebullient!”
And so it is, sort of.
Despite a hailstorm, I visited the trail where the green of grass again reigned. Soon, I encountered a gaggle of wild turkeys lounging on the Elmwood side of the trail. Immediately, my mouth watered. Only a week ago at Thanksgiving, I had dined delightfully on one of their brethren. I contemplated bringing one or two birds home for a tasty Christmas dinner. But then I remembered in New York State, it is illegal to poach and eat wild turkey except in designated rural areas. Quickly, I noticed how brazenly the gaggle took advantage of our lenient jurisprudence.
One fowl felt it was its right to loiter on the deck of a Brickstone Bungalow .
I watched as they blithely and ungratefully took advantage of bridges built by the sweaty hands of humans, as if those bridges were constructed just for their convenience.
At one point, some in the pack scattered into the woods. But the most entitled continued on their merry way.
As I left, the feathered mob was crossing the South Bridge en route to the St. John’s Meadows Senior Community.
I felt nothing but sympathy for the seniors to be deluged by the webbed footed onslaught. The turkeys looked delicious and there for the taking by us at the top of the food chain. But, alas, we humans on the Highland Crossing are law abiding creatures.