Wild turkey at the park last night responded to, “Come on, little turkey, come on,” by standing up, walking over and sitting at our feet.
You don’t expect a wild animal to respond when you call it. You just call it because it’s kind of cute.
My friend thought it was funny. I was scared. Big lover of birds — but not a lover of big birds.
So odd. But then the whole day had been a little off-kilter.
Glad to have awakened this morning to a world in which turkeys don’t act like dogs.