I thought I was all alone…but I hear the unmistakeable galumphing of a Velociraptor.
THERE IT IS!
Don’t get me wrong, I might be a little nervous but not enough to stop eating.
Yep, I’m sticking my tongue out at you, you don’t scare me.
Where did you come from?
What are you doing? You’re getting too close.
Stop stalking me! You’re weird, I’m leaving.
I SAID I WAS LEAVING, CAN’T YOU SEE ME RUNNING? DON’T PECK ME WITH THAT BEAK OF YOURS!
I gave you last night to cool down, came back to have my breakfast of sweet new greenery and you do THIS to me? I didn’t bring my buddies with me to intimidate YOU, this is just not fair.
My apologies for the image quality, I took this from a distance with my phone.
The fashion house of ‘Mother Nature’, presents the showstopper of the spring collection.
‘Hercules’ is wearing head to toe shades of glorious brown. Blue and red grace the head and neck area, ideal for those who want to stand out in a crowd.Note the iridescent touches everywhere, sure to turn heads at any gathering.
This glorious garb can’t be worn by just anybody. Mother nature is picky about who is worthy and supplies are limited.
Not available in stores, contact Mother Nature directly at, http://www.MakeMeLookLikeATurkey
(Hercules is new to the game and we think he did a fine job. The same can’t be said for our videographer, Zannyro. The bobbing camera work is inexcusable and she may not be hired again.)
I warned you earlier about seeing more turkey images and today is one of those sightings. These were actually taken a month or more ago. I love the fact that when the turkeys are trooping off to a destination, they form a line and follow the leader.
There ARE exceptions to the rule…say when a deer gets in the way and thinks it’s going to scare the turkey troop off. They may break formation, but all they need is about a foot to detour around the foolish deer. They aren’t fazed a bit by the large four legged creature in their way.
When the troop reaches it’s destination, or it’s just free time, they break ranks and have fun.
I looked out the window today and the turkey parents were shepherding their young across the northwest corner of the backyard!
I haven’t seen them in quite a while and I was really happy to see that everyone was present and accounted for.
I’m wondering if turkeys name their young…if so, what would they name them? I’m having a hard time imagining a turkey named Cindy, or Tony. That brings up the subject of last names. I can’t wrap my head around that…I really can’t.