Coquina the doglet does a good job of making the yard less turkey-friendly.
She came tearing out of the house the other afternoon, startling a dozen or so, and big birds went in all directions, from “away” to “up”. One chose a branch in an oak, over the swings.
And what’s that?
A turkey-being, waiting for the darn dog to depart…
I cruised the yard, trying out different vantage points.
Turkey stayed right there, in a single vantage point, thank you very much.
For some reason it reminded me of the song “Papa’s on the Housetop (Won’t Come Down)”.
C’mon, Coquina….beat it!
You can’t get me up here.
I can wait.