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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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Posted in Country Adventures, Country People, Critters, tagged country adventures, country life, country living, humor, rural life, rural Virginia, Tips, Turkey on June 4, 2012| 14 Comments »
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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