Urban turkeys

Last week my teenager and I went shopping in Woodbury, Minnesota. I dropped her off at the mall before I went to Trader Joe’s, and she took these pictures of a group of turkeys that were hanging out on the street corner there.

These turkeys have no fear of humans or vehicles. When I went to pick up my daughter, they were standing in the street, and although they glanced up when I honked at them, they didn’t move. I had to sit and wait until they finally decided they felt like crossing the street.

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  1. Your daughter is an amazing photographer, Bob. Good shots. And I’ve never heard of turkeys going urban before. Very strange.

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    • Ummm. Just so I know… I’m not going to end up as one of these turkeys in your Bluebird-of-Bitterness right-hand column rogues gallery, am I? Probably right underneath the pair of blue-footed boobies (no relation), or something? Because I would retaliate. Just sayin.

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      • chrissythehyphenated

        The Virginia Rail would be better. According to this bird sounds site, it makes a “grunting” sound. http://www.naturesongs.com/falcstri.html … Just sayin. ;o?

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      • In general, folks who use an angel as their gravatar are exempt from that particular form of public shaming. However, people who use tortured plays-on-words as their screen names are opening themselves up to it. Bob believes in acronyms (e.g., bluebird of bitterness) and palindromes for screen names, but puns… well, I’m not guaranteeing you’re not gonna end up in the rogues gallery, Grunt. Probably right next to the bottle of Bluebird Bitter.

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  2. Violet

    There was a wild turkey downtown MPLS a few years ago…he was just wandering down 7th on his way to Marquette Ave. right down the middle of the street. It was extremely disruptive, because yeah: no fear of cars or people. Finally it flapped up a ramp, into a parking garage. Police arrived, and I was questioned: ‘Ma’am, do you know the turkey’s whereabouts?’ I guess they have had a population boom here in recent years…and some of them are MEAN. Glad your turkey encounter was peaceful, Bob.

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    • Oh, Bob never got close to the turkeys. Notice that she sent her youngest daughter in to get the close-ups. Just like the last time when she sent the poor kid into danger to photograph some union thugs downtown. I’m sensing a pattern, Bob. At least Hoot just let her kids play on the garage roof. That was relatively safe. 😉

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      • Hoot is a more protective mother than I am. Hoot’s goal is for her kids to survive to adulthood, which so far most of them have. I think kids need to learn that the world is a dangerous place, and if you’re gonna survive, you gotta be tough. You’ve heard of a boy named Sue, haven’t you? I didn’t name my son Sue, of course, since it’s already been done and Bob doesn’t countenance copycats.* But the teenager has to learn to handle herself in hazardous situations. Union thugs, wild turkeys, teenage boys — if she can’t deal with these things, what’s gonna happen to her when she turns 18 and has to go out into the cold cruel world on her own? I’m just preparing her for reality.

        *This might surprise some readers — I’m looking at you, Texan59 — who know how frequently the bluebird of bitterness rips off other people’s stuff and reblogs it — but theft is not the same as being a copycat.

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    • Violet! You mean to say that when you were asked the turkey’s whereabouts, you didn’t say “He’s in the White House”?

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