Can a turkey make a good pet?
On the farm in West Virginia, there was an awesome turkey named George. He was my buddy. Someone brought the farmers a clutch of wild turkey eggs, and they were hatched. Unfortunately, some asshole was hunting without permission in the upper fields where the turkeys were hanging out one morning, and killed all of them but George.
Whenever I was working on the farm, George would always follow me around. He loved to hang out with people. The best was when I would bring out the four-wheeler. This was one of those big utility machines that you could hook up a small trailer to for hauling things like hay, feed, fencing or whatever else was needed for one of the infinite tasks that farming requires. Everytime I had to take the four-wheeler out, George would run alongside me, keeping pace with the four-wheeler and gobbling his head off, while staring right at me. He LOVED that machine. If I had to go to the upper fields to feed the cows, he would follow me all the way to the last gate, where he would patiently wait until my chores were complete, and then blissfully follow me back, keeping up his joyful cacophony.
Things took a turn when George hit puberty (I guess). I think he was around 1.5 to 2 years old by this time. George started getting pretty violent toward any female humans that came around, including the lady farmer. He would wait until her back was turned and fly up at her, clawing at her back with his talons. Eventually she had to walk around with a riding crop to beat him off. Her husband, who loved the turkey as much as I did, was loathe to get rid it, so after on such attack he decided to try to put the fear in him. He threw a sack over George and beat him pretty good with the crop. It worked for a few days, but soon George was back at his antics.
As sad as it was, it was time for George to go. Right down the road was the beautiful Lost River State Park, where no hunting is allowed. With a heavy heart, the farmer drove the turkey deep into the park and let him go. I hope that he lived a full, happy life out there.
Didnt eat him?
No offense but I feel gross about the ritual of eating turkey, Here in my country there isn't any. anyways ya we tend to come closer to the animal/bird living close to us but ultimately they need to live in their natural habitat with their own breed.
Although that was interesting, keep flourishing.
Donde yo vivo le decimos pisco, son unas aves geniales
Turkey is for eat, is not a pet!
Thats a bit of a sad story but the fact that the farmer brought to Turkey to a national park is pretty incredible. I'm sure most people would have just shot it. It's kind of a happy ending in it's own way. Hopefully George found a female Turkey to live happily after with.
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Just did a post of some turkeys in my backyard. Haven't named them, but great getting some pics of them.!