A silly conversation with turkeys
For a while, my maternal grandparents raised turkeys on their farm. One of the reasons their farmstead was called Turkey Hill.
There is nothing dumber than a turkey. Turkeys stampede. Turkeys stampede, crushing each other when an airplane passes over, thinking it is a hawk and they must flee.
It can start to rain – and turkeys will stand and gaze up at the falling rain, mouths agape – and drown.
Thanks for reminding me, Ursarodina