Turkeys Turkeys and more Turkeys...

It's about time they mounted an offensive. You better hope they haven't been reading the BT threads on building up an AR-15 and where to get cheap ammo, or it could get ugly

I was telling the kids the one thing I really miss about living in rural NJ was having turkeys running around the property. There were so many you'd have to beep your horn to get them out of the road.

The turkeys are probably a little stressed out this close to Thanksgiving.

A number of years ago, I was visiting my mom in the middle of winter in the middle of Michigan.  There was a flock of turkeys hanging out in the back yard, cleaning up some fallen bird seed.  One of her cats wanders by.  They chase the cat up a tree!

I had to go outside and shoo the turkeys away lol.

Jerry, I know the rafter of which you speak.

We have 5 or so that have taken up residence in the woods behind my neighbor's house and my daughter got chased for a "yard" or so walking home from school the other day.  Luckily she had a good head start.  I also had one of them in my driveway when I got home a few weeks ago.  Sucker just stood there and stared me down - that is until I let my yellow lab out of the house, and then the chase ensued!

Reminds me of my family turkey/Christmas story.  I was about 3 years old, living in Nigeria with my parents and sister, and 2 weeks before Christmas my Dad wins a raffle at work - a large turkey.  Turkey turns up, large and very much alive.  My Mum panics as she doesn't know what to do with a trussed up turkey for 2 weeks, we had no refridgerator/freezer, so she unties it's feet.  The turkey immediately heads towards the safest thing that is about the same height as it, i.e., me!  So I end up befriending a huge turkey, which I called Tick-Toe (not sure of the spelling as I couldn't spell then, actually still can't), for 2 weeks.  Whenever I was outside, Tick-Toe would run round the side of the house, gobble at me, and stick his head under my arm and walk with me.  I absolutely loved having this large new pet, as he defended me from stray dogs, but didn't really like other people, or our pet cat.  

Christmas Eve comes around and I can't find Tick-Toe anywhere.  On Christmas Day this large turkey appears on the table.  I was too young to add 2+2, but my sister is 8 years older than me.  She took one look at the Christmas dinner, scowled, stood up and shouted at my parents "you b*st*rds! How could you!  He was her pet!".  I'm shocked, look from my angry sister, my clearly upset Dad, and then at the large cooked turkey in the middle of the table that everyone is looking at, and it suddenly dawns on me.  I point my finger, let out a heartfelt "Nooooo, Tick-Toe" and burst into tears.  The rest of the day went downhill from there!  

Back when I used to be able to eat meat (i.e., pre-1991), I never enjoyed turkey, I wonder why?!  I miss you Tick-Toe

Classic!  Sorry about Tick-Toe!   My sister was in India and had a similar experience.  She was there for "Semester Around the World" and her Indian hosts knew that the Americans loved turkey for Thanksgiving.   It showed up being led by a string.    Luckily, some of her classmates knew how to deal with a gobbling, non-frozen turkey and Thanksgiving was saved.   She didn't end up a vegetarian, though. :^)