Happy Thanksgiving! It is always special to see the toms strutting around showing off– makes me understand, somewhat, why Benjamin Franklin wanted them for our national bird. They have a majesty, too, but far from the awesomeness of a soaring bald eagle. Finally finished the last of the pots/pans… hope that burned off a little of the dinner 🙂
As I recall, Franklin admired the wiliness and intelligence of wild turkeys, which bear little resemblance to our fat domesticated birds. Still, the big strutting toms are pretty impressive.
Leftovers are in the fridge and I’m slouched on the sofa, trying to stay awake long enough to go to bed at a respectable hour (late enough to ensure I don’t wake up at 4 am).
There are feral “wild turkeys” where I live. Someone imported them many years ago and let them go in the bush. Unlike roosters who search for food for their flocks and protect their chicks from predators tom turkeys are aboslutely useless. They don’t share food and they don’t protect chicks. The first saign of a prediator sends them fleeing. The hens work heard keeping less than a third of the chicks they hatch alive and out of the jaws of cats, dogs and raccoons. Meanwhile all the toms do is flock together posture, puff up and drum at each other. We don’t eat them as the meat would be stringy and tough. A belated Happy Thanksgiving to one and all.
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Happy Thanksgiving my friend! 😀
You too, Mak. Don’t eat too much.
Too late for that I’m afraid. Groan!!!! 😉
LOL. And I’m sitting here thinking I should have followed my own advice …
Following the marketing plan of those Chick-fil-A cows?
(Always wondered how those turkey walk without falling over…)
Happy Thanksgiving!
Well, we’re bipedal and we manage. Of course, their shape puts them at quite a disadvantage, it seems to me.
Happy Thanksgiving! It is always special to see the toms strutting around showing off– makes me understand, somewhat, why Benjamin Franklin wanted them for our national bird. They have a majesty, too, but far from the awesomeness of a soaring bald eagle. Finally finished the last of the pots/pans… hope that burned off a little of the dinner 🙂
As I recall, Franklin admired the wiliness and intelligence of wild turkeys, which bear little resemblance to our fat domesticated birds. Still, the big strutting toms are pretty impressive.
Leftovers are in the fridge and I’m slouched on the sofa, trying to stay awake long enough to go to bed at a respectable hour (late enough to ensure I don’t wake up at 4 am).
There are feral “wild turkeys” where I live. Someone imported them many years ago and let them go in the bush. Unlike roosters who search for food for their flocks and protect their chicks from predators tom turkeys are aboslutely useless. They don’t share food and they don’t protect chicks. The first saign of a prediator sends them fleeing. The hens work heard keeping less than a third of the chicks they hatch alive and out of the jaws of cats, dogs and raccoons. Meanwhile all the toms do is flock together posture, puff up and drum at each other. We don’t eat them as the meat would be stringy and tough. A belated Happy Thanksgiving to one and all.