TOM THE WILD TURKEY

 

 

So I was just walking home.  There is a wild turkey that lives on the apartment complex grounds.  I see it strutting around a lot.  I figure it must be pretty smart.  I decided to call it Tom.  Hanging out on the apartment estate minimizes competition for food.  People, being the slobs they are, probably provide much sustenance.

 

Recently, I stopped seeing Tom for awhile.  I was worried about its fate.  On a walk with my dog, I noticed some feathers scattered about on the grass.  I was worried my buddy might have stumbled into a bad scene.

 

I was heartened to see Tom again this evening.  I decided to get out my phone to take a picture.  I got my picture and then continued walking on my way.  I heard sounds and realized that Tom was now following me.  I stopped and turned around.  Tom also stopped.  I started to walk again but heard Tom trailing me again.

 

I did have a tuna fish sandwich in my backpack so maybe Tom wanted something to eat.  Maybe Tom was unhappy I took a photograph and wanted me to delete the picture.  The trailing continued for awhile.  I was finally able to shake Tom and get back to my apartment.  I felt embarrassed being intimidated by a turkey.  Of course, when I saw the quality of the photo, I can’t blame Tom for wanting the photograph deleted.

 

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It Has Come To This

Turkey stalking. What next!


 

 

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I now live with the

I now live with the embarrassment of being bullied by a turkey