Blog number one thousand two hundred twenty whatever, where River chases turkeys.

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Wild turkeys. They’re comical and I love to watch them…

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But then they discovered my deer grain pans.

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I chased them, but half heartedly and with ridiculously cringe worthy baby talk.

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But they’re turkeys, so as soon as I walked in the house and looked out the window? This.

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So I chased them again. And that time they stayed gone for an hour… just long enough for me to put out the nightly deer snack.

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While I don’t mind them coming to eat the dropped bird seed and assorted Casa River insects, they’ve figured out the buffet of deer grain, fruit and fox food is laid out at 3:00pm and this might be a problem.

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20 thoughts on “Blog number one thousand two hundred twenty whatever, where River chases turkeys.”

  1. I understand they’re fairly intelligent, at least as birds go, although comparing them to their domesticated cousins would be damning with faint praise. Anyway it’s not surprising they’ve figured out there’s a nightly buffet.
    It’s five o’clock somewhere. Have a glass of Wild Turkey.

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