Our fine feathered friend

So…this happened today.  (Apologies to those of you who saw this on Twitter already.)

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I’ve been meaning to write about the turkey in our neighborhood.  We think it’s someone’s pet, but it seems to have the run of the block.  We’ve seen it in the alley in the middle of the block and on each of the four streets surrounding us.  And it’s definitely bigger than it used to be.

I hope it doesn’t turn into someone’s dinner.

2 Comments

  1. momma betty

    You obviously his desperate call for help! He had escaped from whichever of your neighbors was planning to roast him for Thanksgiving. The President pardons a turkey for Thanksgiving. You should have, too. He could live in your backyard and maybe keep the squirrels away.

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