No, it’s not a rock group. It isn’t a gang, in the normal sense of the word. This group of wild turkeys has been a regular feature in our neighborhood for a few years now. They do travel in a gang. They pursuit garbage trucks, following anxiously down the street. They torment mailmen. They frighten little children. They mess up your yard and consume cocoa garden mulch.
They may be interesting for some to watch. Many of the merchants and families in the area feed them – thus encouraging them to return for daily sustenance. Since it’s getting so close to Thanksgiving, I wonder if they realize how tempting they are to some.
Recently they were seen at the railroad tracks, right near the butcher shop. Do you suppose they have any idea they’re living on borrowed time? I asked that same question last year, but they seem to be increasing in numbers. Perhaps they’re looking at us in much the same way. Who knows when we may wind up on their Thanksgiving table. Eeeeyew!
At least there’s some solace in knowing that there are a few foxes inhabiting the neighborhood as well.