pecking on my windows while I was trapped in the car wondering if they bit me, would I get some turkey disease, watching people being chased down the street. The key is to go out with and umbrella and open and close it so you look like an enemy puffing up to scare them. The concept of staying out of the rain is alien to them.

http://video.pbs.org/video/2168110328/

My Life as a Turkey

After a local farmer left a bowl of eggs on Joe Hutto's front porch, his life was forever changed. Hutto, possessing a broad background in the natural sciences and an interest in imprinting young animals, incubated the eggs and waited for them to hatch. As the chicks emerged from their shells, they locked eyes with an unusual but dedicated mother.

it's incredible.

This one time....back when I could still hunt deer, I was in a ground blind during the late season January bow hunt. It was snowing heavily. I was surrounded by a dense grove of mature white pines.

The turkeys must have thought it was a good place to get out of the weather. I watched as over one hundred turkeys flew up into the lower branches of the trees around me. They flew up one or two at a time! They would get a little run for it before take off. I was mesmerized. Some of the turkeys were very close, within feet. I was nearly covered with snow and practically invisible.

I've scared turkeys in the woods, and hearing them take wing was like a bomb going off! To see that many that close would be beyond cool!

Last flock I saw there were 16 or so all about 8" tall, with 2 frantic mommas trying to keep them all together.

On the way to work Friday I saw 4 of them in an ornamental cherry tree munching on the cherries!

There were 3 or 4 of them, and she wanted nothing to do with any of them. She'd be pecking around until they got within a few yards of her. Then she'd trot away and start foraging. They'd all follow her, and she'd move over some more. This repeated for around 20 minutes, until it all moved into the woods, where we couldn't see it. It was quite a hoot to watch.

I love wild turkeys. The remind me of little velociraptors.

For the last several years we've seen almost none here on the farm, but this year we had three adults watching over a flock of nine youngsters. In the summer I saw the young ones when they were very little fluff balls and a week or so ago I saw every single one of them and their three guardians go by - even though the red fox and a gray fox are living on the farm, too.

Of course, adult turkeys are too large for foxes to tackle - that's probably why the turkeys go by an hour before dark and the foxes much earlier in the afternoon.

or 101 proof Wild Turkeys?

Wolf

nice pun--I can only gobble at it.