A couple of day ago, we probably destroyed half of our new brakes and skinned our tires trying to not run over a “rafter” of turkey hens who had to cross the road exactly when there was traffic.
We don’t have much traffic. This isn’t a metropolis. We have ONE traffic light in town. Once, a few years ago, someone got the bright idea to put in parking meters. That lasted one day and then they were gone. A few people strongly objected. So that rafter of gobblers must have waited until there were a group of cars and then hit the asphalt. There were eight or nine big hens. At least they kept moving. Sometimes they stop in the middle of the road and try to charge your car.
Apparently there have been uprisings of turkeys all over the state. From CBS Local News, they assure us that aggressive turkeys have taken over a Woburn neighborhood. I think they’re trying to move in on us here, too. Read the story here.
Turkeys don’t understand about looking both ways before charging across a road. The hysterical shouts and curses of motorists and the shrieking of brakes as we try to not mow them down does not penetrate their tiny skulls. When a wild turkey wants to get to the other side of the road, hen or tom, they just go for it.
Truly the turkey is the most American of all birds. This article from the Audubon Society pretty much says it all. It’s called “How Wild Turkeys Took over New England.”
I do not know if the wild turkeys in other parts of the U.S. are as aggressive, obstinate, and stupidly fearless as our local wild turkeys, but I suspect when Benjamin Franklin suggested we make the turkey our national bird? He was seeing the future. He understood Americans before we understood ourselves.
They do not call us turkeys for nothing.