One camping trip, we were diverted, once again, to visit one of G's friends. G's friend had a small farm in a wooded area. As with most farms, there are traces of years past still laying about. Rusting old trucks, random fence posts, a swing set, etc. While the rest of the guys went in to talk, I chose to stay outside. Mostly cause I'm a glorified 10 yr old & I wanted to swing on the swing set.
As I'm swinging, a pair of large fluffy white turkeys come around the house.
Just like this one but x 2. |
"The gobble starts at a higher pitch, then alternates down the scale while never topping the initial high note......." |
Do you know gobbling is partially used for claiming territory and isn't taken too kindly? Apparently, I was doing a decent job at gobbling.
I popped out of my haze in time to see this:
Only larger, fluffier, and exuding the "I'll cut you, B!$@#!" vibe. |
One comedic chase scene later, I'm perched on the hood of one of the rusted trucks. Fortunately, they got bored with me quickly and moved on to attacking the sliding glass doors on the house across the yard.
~misfoijd
PS - If you want a good laugh, search youtube for turkey attacks. The one with the cops is hilarious.
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