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Sep. 5th, 2011 12:53 amTurkeys are either the bravest or dumbest birds in the world.
Today Mom spotted one in the field behind our house. I looked outside - there is a giant turkey in the backyard. For a second we weren't sure we had anything to give him, but after a quick search, there was some old bread in the kitchen.
I go out there, sure that it's gonna run. Oh yes, it ran. TO ME. It came right up to me and I gave it some bread, and after I gave it some bread it just chilled out. Mom was at the window and waved at me, giving me the 'come inside now, kid' gesture.
So I start walking back to the house. Mom points behind me. I turn around.
THE TURKEY WAS FOLLOWING ME.
I went inside and it eventually turned around, went back to the field. That was probably the most excitement I had today. I was close enough to touch him if I had gotten a little closer.
Today Mom spotted one in the field behind our house. I looked outside - there is a giant turkey in the backyard. For a second we weren't sure we had anything to give him, but after a quick search, there was some old bread in the kitchen.
I go out there, sure that it's gonna run. Oh yes, it ran. TO ME. It came right up to me and I gave it some bread, and after I gave it some bread it just chilled out. Mom was at the window and waved at me, giving me the 'come inside now, kid' gesture.
So I start walking back to the house. Mom points behind me. I turn around.
THE TURKEY WAS FOLLOWING ME.
I went inside and it eventually turned around, went back to the field. That was probably the most excitement I had today. I was close enough to touch him if I had gotten a little closer.