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Why did the turkey cross the road?

Why did the turkey cross the road?

I know.  If you are reading this, maybe you are already “following” me/my blog.

This morning I was stopped by a turkey in the middle of the road, who decided it was safe at last and led 13 other turkeys behind him/her.  They moved too fast for me to get a photo, but they gave “Follow me!” a whole new meaning

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No, I am NOT referring to my husband!!!!!!

It was a long-ago neighbor out here in “No-Man’s Land” (as my mother used to call Camelot).

No, it was NOT the NEIGHBOR in my bedroom either!!!!!!

This was a couple who lived two houses down the road from us (about ¼ mile).   They were considered an odd couple, even by our Country Crazies definition.  They were good people who may have run amok.

And No, it was NOT A Ménage a trois!!!!!!!

This couple kept a turkey in their bedroom. Yes, he slept there!  He was a pet turkey who was pretty ugly really.

Now don’t get me wrong.  I believe anybody can get attached to any live critter because all living things have very much in common and are capable of loving.  My brother had a pet rat named Rita one time.  After many years Rita the Rat got sick though and they had to have her euthanized.

But I digress.

No, I am NOT going to get profound here.

Anyway – I think the turkey in the bedroom was named George.

One afternoon I met my odd neighbors (who shall remain nameless and who no longer live here anyway) on the road.  They were in a panic.

George, they said, was in the car and had slashed his throat!  It didn’t sound like a suicide attempt because they said it happened on a barbed wire fence.  But they could not find a vet in the area who would stitch George up.  Wonder why. So, they were on their way to a clinic over an hour away.

How George came by a slit throat is anybody’s guess.  And I am happy to report that he did get stitches and went on to live another day.  He was also not reserved for Thanksgiving dinner or anything like that. He was a beloved pet.

This is a true story.  How could I have possibly made it up?  Are you prepared for more of my Odd Neighbor Tales?

Country Tip for City Dudes:

Don’t be surprised to hear outlandish, off-the-wall, weird stories about your seemingly sane neighbors.

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