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Got a bit of a scare the other day.
Bella and I were walking around the field across the street….she was just sniffin’ around….thinking of pooping somewhere when this big, wet thing comes charging out of the brush at us! Screeching and squaking and carrying on. It took me a few seconds to realize that it wasn’t a fisher cat – thank god!!
It was a big, butt-ugly, wet, wild turkey! Coming after us! Bella freaked out a bit – I’m saying to myself, “yikes – what do you do about a rabid turkey!?? I hope the neighbors hear me scream when it tries to tear our faces off!” I stomped at it to try and shoo it away, but that just started it yelling again – and freaked Bella out more. So we just went the other direction.
The thing finally calmed down a bit – and was just walking next to us clucking and seemed to be “escorting” us out of the area. I figure she must have a nest somewhere close by – or the neighbors hired it to keep people from their property behind the barn.
Then Bella became interested instead of scared and wanted to go sniff it….uh. No. I don’t think so, dog. It’s strange because on one of our walks there was a pile of turkey feathers (something obviously killed and ate it) and when I picked one up to show Bella she totally freaked out and tried to run away.
Weird Dog.
Stupid Turkeys.
How does one defend against a mean, crazy turkey anyway?
Bella and I were walking around the field across the street….she was just sniffin’ around….thinking of pooping somewhere when this big, wet thing comes charging out of the brush at us! Screeching and squaking and carrying on. It took me a few seconds to realize that it wasn’t a fisher cat – thank god!!
It was a big, butt-ugly, wet, wild turkey! Coming after us! Bella freaked out a bit – I’m saying to myself, “yikes – what do you do about a rabid turkey!?? I hope the neighbors hear me scream when it tries to tear our faces off!” I stomped at it to try and shoo it away, but that just started it yelling again – and freaked Bella out more. So we just went the other direction.
The thing finally calmed down a bit – and was just walking next to us clucking and seemed to be “escorting” us out of the area. I figure she must have a nest somewhere close by – or the neighbors hired it to keep people from their property behind the barn.
Then Bella became interested instead of scared and wanted to go sniff it….uh. No. I don’t think so, dog. It’s strange because on one of our walks there was a pile of turkey feathers (something obviously killed and ate it) and when I picked one up to show Bella she totally freaked out and tried to run away.
Weird Dog.
Stupid Turkeys.
How does one defend against a mean, crazy turkey anyway?
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