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In Maine… you never what you’ll find around the next bend in the road.
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Yesterday it was a rather large flock of wild turkeys.
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Who were in absolutely no hurry to move out of my way.
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Since the husband chases every one of their brethren who show up under our bird feeders out of the yard due to prodigious amounts of poo….
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I was happy to stop and watch them amble by.
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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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River's world..... 