This job is for the birds. . .

So I have been helping my dad frame a house while I am in between cabinet jobs. A few days ago, we noticed a turkey hanging out near the house. She didn’t seemed to be at all afraid with the noise and activity going on. Turns out, a farmer nearby had accidentally killed a momma turkey when harvesting something or other. Well, he took the baby turkeys home and his kids fed them and took care of them, then let them back into the wild. We figure that this hen was one of them. Turkeys are usually VERY skittish and won’t let you any where near them. Well, not this turkey, as you can see:

At lunch time, we noticed that she had found her way into the garage, so my dad started talking to her.

She thought he had food for her and was pecking at his hand.

At the end of the day, we were cleaning up, and she was right next to the garage again, so I went out to say hi and get some close ups:


She started to get angry, or she wants a mate, I’m not quite sure:
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At that point, she literally started to chase me! It was quite harrowing. :) I got away unscathed though.

I’m sure she will be back tomorrow.
Wild turkey for thanksgiving sure does sound good. . .if only she didn’t seem like a pet at this point. :)

-- I get payed to play with power tools! What could be better than that?