On the Street Where We Live
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We live in a city. It's not very urban looking in our particular neighborhood but there's nothing nearby anyone would call "the woods." Which is why, when I heard a raucous gobble outside my window just now, I assumed it was a strange little dog and not a wild turkey walking down the sidewalk. But, of course, that's exactly what it was.
Apparently this guy attracted the attention of the local authorities. There was a City of Oakland car keeping pace with him down our block while the driver stayed on the phone, no doubt awaiting instructions on what he was supposed to do.
We live in a city. It's not very urban looking in our particular neighborhood but there's nothing nearby anyone would call "the woods." Which is why, when I heard a raucous gobble outside my window just now, I assumed it was a strange little dog and not a wild turkey walking down the sidewalk. But, of course, that's exactly what it was.
Apparently this guy attracted the attention of the local authorities. There was a City of Oakland car keeping pace with him down our block while the driver stayed on the phone, no doubt awaiting instructions on what he was supposed to do.
Comments
They make really good "watch dogs", so maybe they escaped from some one's local, high security, paranoia-stoked home.
Also, they taste like turkey.
Annalisa
I LOVE your neighborhood! Hey did you ever figure out what was happening with the neighbors and their quilts?
KuKu
Also, that tree to the right of the truck looks like a funny tiki man with a white mustache! Looks like he's smirking at the turkey. :)
Domesticated turkeys on the other hand, have had all their brains bred out of them by us humans.
Damn, we're awesome.
Annalisa
I'm imagining your friend was enjoying the attention and strutting his stuff for the cameras!
At Cranbrook Art Academy where I went to Grad school- the pond and grounds they had there were lovely. The 2 swans they had shipped in each year to look "lovely and artistic" on the water would actually freeze in the ice each late fall, and we would have to go out in canoes, and literally break the ice with an axe to get the BIG BIG CRANKY FROZEN swans out of the water, wrestle them into the canoe (weirdest work study job I ever had) and bring them back to shore to get "thawed out and shipped" back to some "professional swan retirement home" in Florida for the winter.
How's that for a dumb bird story? Of course, the birds would just have to float around and look pretty and total strangers would feed them every day, so maybe they werent so dumb after all...
Oh, and those big ass, pretty, pretty birds? THEY BITE.
Annalisa