Gobblers
Got home tonight around 7pm. Stopped to watch the aforementioned/photo'd turkey do an elaborate dance only to be shunned by the five females hanging in the yard. After thirty minutes, he gave up. Doesn't he know persistence pays off (occasionally)?
The coolest part was watching his face turn from red to a cool white and back again. He also kept his feathers up the whole time (no comment necessary) thereby giving me multiple opportunities to film some unsuccessful turkey foreplay. Unfortunately, I still don't own a camera.
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Are you substituting the aroma of coffee for the smell of turkey poo?
Are you raising turkeys to meet cute farm girls? "Hello Darling, Do you wanna swing by my square and check out my turkey?"
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