The Johnson Street Turkeys

I live in the northeast section of Minneapolis and for the past several years we’ve had a group of turkeys who have become part of the neighborhood. This fall, the size of their flock doubled. They’ve been known to chase the garbage truck and cross the street on the green light.

They look extremely healthy and plump for city birds and would be an asset to any Thanksgiving table. The only time we ever got a slight glimpse of such carnage was when they made their way past the butcher shop. Nothing happened, but I wonder if they know they are living on borrowed time.

There are at least two robust foxes lurking about town as well.


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5 Responses to The Johnson Street Turkeys

  1. tothenthdegree says:

    Nothing cool happens where I live. No fair.

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  2. They should only be able to tear up your garden one time and then your husband gets you dinner. 🙂

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