Nothing quite like waking up to a flock of Turkeys.
Come downstairs, wipe some sleep from your eyes, take a sip of steaming coffee, glance up, and be greeted by turkey butts. And beaks. And feet. Feathers.
Stick around and a few of them start to give you the hairy eyeball.
A sure sign they’re making plans.
Not sure what kind.
Probably ways to get more seed. More corn, particularly. Although it’s early in the season for corn.
Something with high fat content, see them through the cold of winter.
We do what we can.
It’s the least we can do, you know.
Fitting payment for a little turkey butt now and again, don’t you think?
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