Here he is puffed up...

Not puffed up...

Puffed up again...

Not puffed up is pretty lame looking, eh?
He went back and forth between puffed up and not puffed up more times than I could count. Sadly, I seemed to be the only one impressed. I didn't see any turkey ladies around.
We visited the farm a couple weeks before Thanksgiving. I doubt he ended up on anyone's table.
*"For the Truth the Turkey is in Comparison a much more respectable Bird, and withal a true original Native of America... He is besides, though a little vain & silly, a Bird of Courage, and would not hesitate to attack a Grenadier of the British Guards who should presume to invade his Farm Yard with a red Coat on."
--Benjamin Franklin, in a letter to his daughter
2 comments:
Typical man with the puffing up business!
Yeah, but let's not bash the men around too much. After all, how many end up on the table.
I liked the Red Coats in the farmyard comment from Ben. He must have been an interesting guy.
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