Tag: Turkeys

Ladies, have you ever noticed how fragile the male ego is?

Maybe you want him to come up to you, say something, so you can get an idea if he’s worth a nod or two?

Sometimes you know just by looking at him he’s going to be more work than he’s worth, will take up more time than you can afford, is high maintenance when you’re cruising for a low maintenance kind of guy.

So it is in the animal world, at least in the Turkey world, as evidenced by this strapping fellow who can’t…quite…get it up.

But here’s the thing.

Even guys who can’t make a decent show of it on their own will…umm…rise to the call when they sense a challenge in the offing.

You, dear Ladies, may not be worth the effort but let another dude enter the scene and hey now, watch out, we’re gunning for bear here.

Makes you laugh, doesn’t it?

I’ve never been one to strut. Not in public, anyway. Alone, with Susan, yes, and always for a laugh.

Because I know something the young gents here don’t.

Make ’em laugh and they’ll take you home.

Genuine humor, it seems, is rare these days.

Sigh.

 

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?

 

From early March 2022, the return of the Turkeys…with a vengeance.

We counted twenty-two lords and ladies when the counting was done.

They return (as they do most Springs) to see if we’ve upped our seed supplies, say hello, chat a bit, poop hither and yon (and navigating a yard of turkey poop is a challenge, I can tell you!), and catchup on all the Winter’s gossip.

Early in the season they are wary of us. Some remember and pay us no mind, some remember and come over to learn how we’ve fared since last they visited.

We, of course, offer them special seeds.

Others in the flock notice and we hear them whispering to their winged others, “What’s this? They give the good seed to their favorites?”

And the others reply, “Say nothing. Act casual. Walk up as if they’re unimportant. Get close enough and they’ll offer you some. It’s a game they play. Silly Two-Legs, you know.”

Nods all around. Yes, we are silly Two-Legs.

It’s good to know one’s place in the scheme of things, isn’t it?