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Fearless birds! They must know hunting is prohibited on Sundays in Massachusetts.
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Maybe since it was Sunday, they were on the way to church!
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Maybe since it was Sunday, they were on the way to church!
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Turkeys and bald eagles are both great in their own ways. Just a couple of weeks ago I'm pretty sure I saw a bald eagle soaring over a nearby river. It had an amazing wingspan. From what I've read they have returned to my area within the last couple of years after a century's absence!
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Maybe that is the new supply chain for the store? The food just walks right up to it instead of being trucked? Many years ago, three of my daughters and I were driving to Indiana to meet up with a fourth one to travel on to Nashville, IN and explore all the little shops there. We were on a country road before we got to the Interstate and saw a flock of turkeys along the road ahead of us. I stopped the car and we sat and watched them for a few minutes as they milled around, pecking at the ground. They were a flock of tame turkeys, probably from the nearby farm and didn't seem bothered by us at all. When I said we needed to get going, and begin to inch the car closer so we could pass by them, one of my daughters thought it would be silly to stick her head out the window and yell, "Gobble, gobble, gobble." The whole flock came running and surrounded the car! I guess they thought we were going to feed them. We still tease her about it. Be a prism, spreading God's light and love, not a mirror reflecting the world's hatred.
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Maybe that is the new supply chain for the store? The food just walks right up to it instead of being trucked? Many years ago, three of my daughters and I were driving to Indiana to meet up with a fourth one to travel on to Nashville, IN and explore all the little shops there. We were on a country road before we got to the Interstate and saw a flock of turkeys along the road ahead of us. I stopped the car and we sat and watched them for a few minutes as they milled around, pecking at the ground. They were a flock of tame turkeys, probably from the nearby farm and didn't seem bothered by us at all. When I said we needed to get going, and begin to inch the car closer so we could pass by them, one of my daughters thought it would be silly to stick her head out the window and yell, "Gobble, gobble, gobble." The whole flock came running and surrounded the car! I guess they thought we were going to feed them. We still tease her about it. I was afraid that I was going to read about the turkeys attacking the car or your daughter after she yelled out the window. Glad to hear there were no issues so I guess it's safe to laugh about the car temporarily being surrounded!
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Two cute little birds, gobble, gobble. Looks like they are on the turkey walk lol.
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Two cute little birds, gobble, gobble. Looks like they are on the turkey walk lol.
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Lol, we have the "other kind" of turkeys here in Massachusetts too!
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Interesting post Pearls about turkeys. You have turkeys and where I live we had a problem with the coyotes. When I was a child growing up an uncle used to raise turkeys and then guess they were sold to a processing plant and shipped out to stores. I remember we use to go to my grandmothers for Christmas and we always had a turkey. I don't recall where it came from. Perhaps from my uncles farm. There was also another turkey farmer in the area who raised turkeys. He used to give us turkey eggs. They were considerable larger than the chicken eggs. They were great for baking and I remember frying one up for breakfast. They had a distinct flavor to them.
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Turkeys aren't a bird I often come across. You mentioned they can fly short distances - I imagine their flight (and landing) somewhat ungainly? Interesting to see the pair in lock-step as they check out the parking lot. :- )
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Interesting post Pearls about turkeys. You have turkeys and where I live we had a problem with the coyotes. When I was a child growing up an uncle used to raise turkeys and then guess they were sold to a processing plant and shipped out to stores. I remember we use to go to my grandmothers for Christmas and we always had a turkey. I don't recall where it came from. Perhaps from my uncles farm. There was also another turkey farmer in the area who raised turkeys. He used to give us turkey eggs. They were considerable larger than the chicken eggs. They were great for baking and I remember frying one up for breakfast. They had a distinct flavor to them. That must have been fun visiting your uncle's farm as a child.
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Turkeys aren't a bird I often come across. You mentioned they can fly short distances - I imagine their flight (and landing) somewhat ungainly? Interesting to see the pair in lock-step as they check out the parking lot. :- )
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Turkeys and bald eagles are both great in their own ways. Just a couple of weeks ago I'm pretty sure I saw a bald eagle soaring over a nearby river. It had an amazing wingspan. From what I've read they have returned to my area within the last couple of years after a century's absence! . The beginning of life, conception..
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This is part of why I love blogging ... I learn so much! I was puzzled by the story line for the episode because I've seen turkeys fly. So here's what I learned when I googled it ... wild turkeys like my parking lot buddies can fly short distances. They even roost in trees. But domesticated turkeys like the ones in the episode have been bred in such a way that it inhibits their flight. Fascinating!
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I still remember that episode, hilarious!
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If you would enjoy watching close up in a tree on Berry College Campus Rome GA. There over a period of time you can observe the two adults lay the eggs, both rotate sitting on the eggs to hatch the babies, then of course keep them fed until they are old enough to fly on their own
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