Greetings and salutations, everyone; yes, once again it is I, your popular host, Mani the purebred border collie, here today to talk turkey. You may remember me from such similarly-themed posts as “Talking Turkey”, among at least a few others.
Here I am in a characteristic pose.
I’m surveying the field. You can tell that it snowed. Snow is kind of obvious.
The guy I live with says it always snows here, but I think he’s exaggerating. This was really slushy snow.
So we were walking along, the way we do, and suddenly the guy I live with spotted these very large birds walking slowly down into the field.
He said “Huh”, and told me we should investigate.
The guy I live with said “Those are turkeys”. He explained that they weren’t exactly quite like the turkey that goes on sandwiches, with mayonnaise, but they were pretty close to that. He didn’t want to talk about it, though.
I wanted to get closer.
Eventually, the turkeys hopped over the creek and walked over to our garden’s back fence.
I really wanted to see more of them, so we walked around the creek and along the coyote path behind our yard. The turkeys were looking into our yard. The guy I live with said maybe they smelled the seed in the bird feeders.
But when I got close, the turkeys must have sensed my deadly ferocity, and they walked away.
The guy I live with said that the fact that they walked away, and didn’t fly, meant that they didn’t think I was all that fierce.
So we went home.