Thursday, March 19, 2009

Trolls, vegetable turkeys, and unamed fairies

This little species of fairy I'm not really sure what to call because I have no reference books or journals that tell what it is and the creatures speak a strange "peeping" language that I don't understand very well. I saw this specimen in the Blue Ridge mountains of Virginia in a heavily wooded area. Friendly to humans, usually clothed.

I've been doing some further investigating with the troll population over the last few weeks. Some of what I've read is true and some of it isn't. I went through downtown Richmond to see if I could get some better information. These sketches are of various individual trolls that would talk to me, or at least ignore me long enough for me to get in a drawing of them. Most of them have Swedish, Finnish, or Norwegian sounding names despite the fact that none of these trolls were born outside of the United States. This particular group were bedded up underneath a large railroad bridge. I'll get some more sketches or photographs of it as the weather improves. (But PLEASE don't go there as all trolls are not friendly to humans and may resent more invasion of their privacy.)
This is the beautiful and fantastic Dulcis holus phasianus, or more simply a "Vegetable Turkey." They can be found in wooded areas, vacant lots or anywhere that has rich soil and a bit of sun and rain. Both males and females have the general appearance of a turkey-like bird but upon closer inspection you may notice the green skin and lack of feathers. Feathers are replaced with leaves, flower petals, and insect wing like growths. Males are always a very brilliant assortment of colors while females tend to be drab browns and greens. Females may lay "seeds" in early March that sprout and grow into a plant by mid-spring. This plant will develop "eggs" which hatch in late Spring into baby vegetable turkeys.

Note: This species is a favorite dish of Green Men. Said to taste of cucumbers or radishes depending on its diet.

1 comment:

  1. The North American Woodpeep above looks like those little pecan-faced, owl sculptures most oft encountered on a bookshelf in a backwoods granny's den on an over-lacquered wedge of pine next to Mr. Peanut above a misspelled DIY black plastic self-adhesive label that was pinged out by one of those two color plastic jobs found in the "as seen on TV" section of a generic-brand pharmacy and reads: Yes were all nuts. You know the ones. It is darling: small wonder people glue them to planks.