Remember that episode of The Simpsons when Homer gives up beer, and he goes to a baseball game and he’s the only one not drinking and he says that without beer “I never realized how boring this game is.”
I suggest you drink beer while reading this blog . . .
Maybe it’s all the grey dreary weather, or that post Halloween let-down, but lately I got nothing. So here’s a couple pictures of some wild turkeys that were wandering around in our backyard. I hope they know Thanksgving is coming up and they need to find good hiding places.
(I took the photo through a window screen – I didn’t want to scare them away by opening it)
At first I thought it was a male with a pack of females, but on closer inspection you can see that it’s a female with a group of young turkeys. I don’t know what baby turkeys are called. Hang on . . .
Okay, I just googled it – they’re Poults. Eh. That’s not a very cute name for a baby.
I also found out the other day that baby rabbits are called Kits. Now that’s a cute name. “A baby bunny is really called a kitten (same as a baby cat) but other people call them bunnies, kindles, or kits.” I don’t know what that has to do with baby turkeys.
This is where, if you were drinking beer, you would find this fascinating . . . or hilarious.