The turkey saga continues at CrabAppleLane:
This sight greeted me as I went for my second cup of coffee this morning.
Grill.........Turkeys............Grill............Turkeys. There’s a connection there but its just beyond my grasp. The male is puffing up to challenge me but he runs in the other direction if I move toward him. The female looks headless here. She’s looking right at me.
Have I mentioned that these birds are monumentally dumb? I said that the female was particularly dumb and annoying the other day. Her mate has been working extra hard at his dumbness and I think he has surpassed her, now. He’s trying to squeeze through the bars to get away from me rather than fly over the railing like his mate did. Patsy has named them Trisch and Troy but I think Dumb and Dumber might be more appropriate.
Rob, I think I can figure out the grill-turkey thing. It's grill-turkey-sandwich-beer-football.
That's funny, Robbie.
Poor turkeys. Next year, I swear I am serving a tofu turkey. This year you people are safe. The turkey is in the fridge thawing.