Wild Turkeys At Morning Asking Themselves, Are Those Cornflakes
They’re Eating?
Wild Turkeys Reflecting On Turkey Concerns, Such As Grasshoppers,
Coyotes, And The Comfortable Chair By The Door
Wild Turkeys In Mid-Morning Repose While Nature Rages On
Wild Turkey Scat Discovered On The Patio
Other titles I considered for this post:
- Turkeys for Sale, CHEAP!
- Friendly Turkeys Free to a Good Home
- U Pick ‘Em Turkey Farm
- Gobble, Gobble, Gobble ‘Em Up
Other post title suggestions, anyone?
-related to post, Wild Turkeys Of Rioteague Island
ybonesy,
How about “There Ain’t Nobody Here But Us Turkeys” 😉 My class once did a Thanksgiving skit on that song.
The “wildness” gene has been breed out of them. They are probably one of the earliest domesticated animals. Even the Mimbres Indians had domesticated turkeys.
MM
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LOL.
So *that’s* what the problem is, eh? They’re just so darned friendly!
Me And My Turkeys, Living Like The Mimbres Indians…
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Too cool! Your breakfast looks WAY more entertaining than mine!
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If I didn’t know better, it would appear you have inherited some of my relatives… on my Husband’s side…
If it were me…I would contact the Republic of Turkey and let them know you have some of their “Young Turks” loose…and are revoking all Visas…
Another thought… it is quite possible that they only understand “Turkish proper” or “Anatolian Turkish”… depending of their domesticated blood lines…of course 😉
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Hilarous, Heather! I should offer them Turkish coffee before they go out into the wild. I want to scream at them from the kitchen window, Look behind you!! See that? It’s called A FIELD…now GO!
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I’m still trying to figure out if you’re thinking that I’m eating turkey for breakfast, sam.
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U Pic ‘Em Turkey Farm is hilarious!
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I kind of like Gobble Gobble Gobble ‘Em Up. And I hate to even say it, but the composition in that scat photo is just superb. Very graphic. Is it really called scat with domestic turkeys? Funny post. The saga continues. I like the snoozing turkeys. Liz is laughing her butt off. What I would give to just have the simplest of turkey concerns. 8)
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Thanks, QM. And, I was wondering if someone would question my use of the word “scat” in this case. I’m pretty sure it’s called “droppings” or “poop” or, as we say in Spanish, “caca.” 😎 Whatever the case, they are prolific little guano producers.
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Hey, I just learned how to make the sunglasses smiley icon, all by accident!
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Happy Accidents…one of the best ways to learn. 8)
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“Me and my turkeys
Hanging round the patio…” might be a challenging song to write a spoof of “Me and my shadow, da,dada dada da daaaa…”
I like Gobble Gobble Gobble ‘Em Up! 😉 G
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Turkeys LOVE cornflakes! 😀
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And who can blame them!
I have Me and my turkeys, hang-in’ a-roooound my paaa-tio… stuck in my head.
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When is turkey season? Those taunting birds are going to, er, live to regret their bravado.
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Um, October. Hmmm…nah, I couldn’t do that. My family would disown me. Besides, I look terrible in green and orange.
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Here’s another title (thought of while riding my bike yesterday).
“Turkeys, Turkeys Everywhere and Not a Drumstick to Eat”
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Oh, that one is really good, really good, MM. See what creativity flows from riding one’s bike. It’s like slow-walking. That one’s my favorite.
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http://www.bear-tracker.com/animalscat.html
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Leslie! You have assumed my former role as the Queen of Links! Moreover, you have also confirmed that my turkeys are, indeed, wild. Their scat is exactly like the wild turkey scat pictured in the link you provided. Your prize? A wild turkey of your choosing!
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and MM, you, too, win a wild turkey for the best riff on post titles.
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yb, I noticed the same in the photographs – wild or domestic – no diff. A turkey is a turkey. My personal faves of the photos in leslie’s link – bobcat, coyote – oh, and don’t forget, human.
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Don’t you wonder, how did they know it was human? Did they touch it? Smell it? God forbid… Or is a scat expert a scat expert. One look, they know?
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Human scat smells the worst. I know from experience. When I went on that Arctic canoe trip on the Nahanni River in Canada (we had to fly and land on a sandbar to get there), we ran into all kinds of animal scat on the trails.
But one day, we discovered some Outfitters had taken a large group of humans into one of the places we stopped to camp overnight. Human scat everywhere. And they are the worst about covering it up. I was embarrassed for the human race. Animals have it for civility, hands down.
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Thank you for that clarification, QM. NOT! Just kidding.
Speaking of being embarrassed for the human race, do you find that you’re embarrassed for other people very often? Because I am. Like the billionaire who’s dancing on the new season of Dancing with the Stars. I am especially embarrassed for him.
And, you’re right. I mean, we have hands and fingers and fingernails and brains with which to find sticks. We probably even have small shovels when we go on Outfitter expeditions. So why just poop in the open?? I mean, was the ground frozen? Did they think the doo would freeze, too, and be disposable, except, oops, they forgot to dispose of it? Did they think they’re the only ones on the Nahanni River? Were they Americans?
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Oh, dear….this conversation sure has gone to the turkeys. I’m imagining Ben Franklin, that magnificent turkey-as-national-bird lover, is now turning in *his* grave. There is a lot of grave turning around these parts….
Well, I doubt if this trait is uniquely American. We never ended up meeting that large group of river movers. And if we had, we would have given them a pack shovel and a little piece of our minds. You know what made it worse, was that, unlike animals, they left all their toilet paper lying around, too. Bad news. It’s almost like Humans are afraid of their own stuff.
We ended up burying all of it so the next campers would not have to experience what we did. Otherwise, the trip was beautiful. There were parts that were hard. But it changed me for the better. And that’s all I know about that subject. I’m going to bow out as gracefully as I can. 8)
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As soon as I heard the existence of a PATIO where the turkeys could hang, I suspected this was doom, having been raised on a poultry farm. Since when are birds allowed to roost on lawn furniture. These turkeys have very bad habits. You may need to pen then in a field until they get used to not inhabiting architecture. Bad turkeys! Not a good time of year for turkeys to act bad.
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I am glad you liked that link 🙂 It has been very funny following the thread it created.
I, too, wondered about the human scat. Poor dear didn’t seem well to me… maybe too many jalapenos?
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tiv, are you trying to say these turkeys are spoiled? 8) I had forgotten we are so close to Thanksgiving. Oh, boy. I recently heard that Minnesota is one of the biggest turkey producing states in the country. But maybe it will be New Mexico this year.
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Well, that’s why it was called an “experiment.” We didn’t know that turkeys would take over the patio. I spent summers at my grandpa’s farm, but even then, he had pigs and cows and sheep and hens and rabbits. It’s was a generalist’s farm.
tiv, a poultry farm? Do you know how to chop off their heads and pluck them and all that?? If so, I’m more than impressed.
leslie, ugh. I knew I should have waited until after dinner to check in on the conversation.
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Actually, I describe watching the slaughtering and plucking in detail to my disgust as a child in my story “Birds of Prayer” in the spring issue of Natural Bridge.
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Is there a link to the story, tiv? I’d love to read it. (I think the answer is “no,” as I recall you mentioning on your blog once that you had a story accepted but that you didn’t have a link.)
I love the title.
Also, one of the writing practices that stands out in my first workshop with Natalie was about the trauma of being forced to slaughter a chicken. It was written by a woman who grew up in Virginia (I’m not sure she reads the blog), and it was so vivid. I can still picture her reading it to a small group of us in the log cabin. We’d all broken off and written together one afternoon. It stuck with me, it was so jolting.
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