This particular turkey greeted me recently when we stopped to visit some friends, and he didn’t seem too keen on having his photo taken.
I kept moving closer to take some better shots, and he staked his claim to his territory by sounding his gobble and strutting in my direction.
If I crouched down to take a shot from a better angle, he made a more aggressive move toward me. (The turkey’s owner told me that my crouching stance was a sign of confrontation, to which tom didn’t take too kindly.)
After a few photos from various angles, I’d had enough and stopped my photo shoot just short of being pecked in the shins.
Seeing this guy, I almost feel bad for eating one of his brothers on this, my favorite day of the year. Almost.
(Did I mention he acted a bit too cocky for his waddle?)
Happy Thanksgiving, everyone!
“Thanksgiving dinners take 18 hours
to prepare. They are consumed in
12 minutes. Halftimes take 12 minutes.
This is not coincidence.”