In my younger days, we used to call friends “turkeys”. Not in a derogatory manner, but in jest to something they said or did that was outrageously funny. It would go something like, “jive turkey” or “you turkey”. It was all in good fun. They were a human “turkeys”.
How many of you have seen a real turkey? I’m talking about the “gobble-gobble” kind. I’m not talking about the ones in clear plastic wrap found in your local grocery store’s meat or freezer sections. I’m speaking of live turkeys still wrapped in feathers and prancing around.
Well, guess what paid a visit to my backyard yesterday?
There was a flock of them. Do they flock? Whatever! I froze when I spotted the biggest birds I’d ever seen walking on two legs right in my backyard. You should have seen me hustling back to the house for my camera, all the while trying not to scare them away with my noisy exit. They hung around long enough for me to get several pictures and a short video before meandering away, and disappearing back into the woods.
Wow! My second turkey post and the turkeys weren’t in the oven, in the fryer or on a platter. Imagine that!