Problem solved, turkey dinner in a couple hours.
No joke we have quite a few wild turkeys where we live and those things are as mean as swans and they can move faster.
Sounds fine to me. What’s the problem? When turkeys chase you then they do not have to be chased, thus, making dinner a lot easier. Wring their necks, pluck, dress and prepare to your liking.
Well - I don’t know about up there, but down here - mating season is about to roll into town...
Add to that, these pictures appear to be of 2 young males, often called “jakes” who get rather “frustrated” when they don’t get to do the breeding, and the middle picture appears to be a riled-up hen.
I used to work in an office building where wild turkeys frequented the the parking lot. One of my co-workers was a very large and muscular fellow, an ex-college football player who was not afraid of much of anything except those darned turkeys! He would refuse to go out to his car until they had left the parking lot. So I guess fear of wild turkeys is not unheard of.
They may have been jive turkeys..
This is undoubtedly revenge against the trucker turkey slayers.
I 81 has a very long uphill grade near mile marker 60 as it progresses through the state park, and the north and south bound lanes are at different elevations as they slab the hillside.
Turkeys take off and pass over the down slope south bound lane with adequate altitude to avoid being hit by the big rigs. As they approach the higher elevation of the northbound lane their clearance altitude relative to the road way and more importantly the big rigs roaring down hill, decreases. Southbound big rigs are turkey slayers.
Blam, dead turkeys on the road side.
Oh, for crying out loud! I was mobbed by 11 of them yesterday. This time nextmonth, there’ll be 50 coming around.
They’re just agressive panhandlers, easily satisfied with a handful or two of cracked corn.
I was hauling in firewood ahead of today’s expected blizzard, when they saw me and came running. When I went back out the door for more, they were between me & the wood pile...it was a welcome break.
I got a scoop of corn from the feed bin, and then got to laugh watching them all fight over each new small batch that was tossed, while abandoning what was already on the ground.
These little guys are desperately hungry. They need to be fed. And no, I am not joking.