What a beautiful (and entertaining) surprise I experienced this past summer when filming B-roll and the milkweed patch at Waring Field in Rockport. From a distance the elusive hen was observed and I was delighted to see, upon coming closer to film her, that she had four little babies in tow (turkey babies are called poults).
“Turkey in the Straw” Recorded by Fiddle, Fiddle, Fiddle
See GMG post Baby Turkey Encounter here.
On my way to Eastern Point the other day this turkey came right up to my window.
Well I don’t know why I came here tonight,
I got the feeling that something ain’t right,
I’m so scared in case I fall off my chair,
And I’m wondering how I’ll get down the stairs,
Ed’s to the left of me,
Joey to the right, here I am,
Stuck in the middle with you.
RD:”I am pretty sure this is not how you make Turduckin.”
Good morning, Kim. I so enjoy your GMG posts and have been meaning to send a quick email. Your great meatloaf post really gave me a chuckle–in the fondest way! Recently I read one of my mother’s letters in which she had made a 6 lb. meatloaf for a PTA supper long ago, of course. My brother and I didn’t like meatloaf and never really learned to either. One night, she was constructing a very, very large stuffed meatloaf that was to be formed into a long log of sorts. It didn’t fit in the pan and so she curved it until it fit. My brother and I wandered into the kitchen to discover this awful looking thing and decided to help it out. We sliced a pimento stuffed green olive to make 2 eyes, and added toothpicks for antennae, making it look like a giant, mythical caterpillar. Quite an ugly thing! Anyway, when Mom discovered it we all had a good chuckle and we were ordered out of the kitchen–the first time in our lives that ever happened:-)
I loved your recent turkey photo. When I travel across the state via Amtrak (the slow route), the autumn fields are full of flocks of wild turkeys, seeking corn leftover from the harvest. The train eventually travels along the Missouri River, and sometimes I’ll see a turkey at the river’s edge.
I hope you enjoy this marvelous season, and I look forward to your new and interesting posts. By the way, I might enjoy your meatloaf since it includes bacon:-)
Ann and Her Brother in a Japanese Tub
Visit Ann’s stellar blog, Haddock and Dill, which was inspired by a 40 year written correspondence between her mother and grandmother. It is a blog of letters that chronicle the life of one American family. The collection of nearly 2000 letters, notes and cards contain photos, clippings, and comments on everyday life, beginning in 1941.
Who needs some store bought steroid laden Turkey when you can bait ‘em in your back yard? Just sprinkle a little seed around and when they least suspect it on Thanksgiving Eve pop a cap in their ass!
Roger Torre submits-
I spread a little bird seed around the bird feeder for the chipmunks and squirrels and now turkeys… Put your Thanksgiving order for your fresh bird:
Catch this video now before it goes viral on Youtube.
I took this video when I brought Blaze out for a run in our yard. I didn’t See the Turkey at first, when I did I ran inside and got my camera. I just got the camera up to my eye when Blaze spotted the Turkey. Luckily for the Turkey he can fly just like EJ said they could. This Video got two thumbs up from Professional Videographer Ed Collard. Eat your Heart out Craig Kimberly!
The Turkey Hostage Rescue Team tried to infiltrate my secured and well defended place of detention, unfortunately they failed… Yum
Wild Turkey (Meleagris gallopavo)
The turkeys populating Cape Ann are descended from wild-trapped New York birds. By 1851, the Wild Turkey (Meleagris gallopavo) was extirpated from Massachusetts because of widespread loss of habitat and hunting. Nine unsuccessful attempts to reestablish the birds were made between 1911 and 1967. Between 1972 and 1973, 37 birds were released in Berkshire County. The bird’s range quickly expanded, establishing populations from the western to the furthest eastern regions of Massachusetts. To read more about the Wild Turkey visit the Massachusetts Audubon Breeding Bird Atlas
If you don’t feel good about the way you or your mom cooks your Turkey after seeing this shit-show then god help us all.
First turkey: my poor vegetarian mommy tried to cook a nice turkey for my brother and his beautiful girlfriend. Second turkey: my daughter and I cooked, she is just basting it one more time. I gave her directions but she didn’t listen. She called me crying and said she couldn’t talk about it for 6 months. I warned her that it might end up on Good Morning Gloucester. She said OK as a warning to others and as long as we don’t verbally talk about it.
Is that pineapple I see in that turkey?
Note to self- do not under any circumstances eat at a vegetarian’s house for Thanksgiving.
Wild turkeys enjoying the view from the roof of my studio and kiln shed on the Mill River .
This is it – the vegan safehouse!
By: Island Annie on November 8, 2009
at 9:35 pm
Mom and I had a big time reading all of the captions and had a hard time choosing the winner! Congratulations Island Annie. You can respond to this post or send me an email at firstname.lastname@example.org to arrange to get your cookies!
We saved a turkey. Or at least the Mrs thinks we did. We were taking the kids for a ride and drove down Eastern Point when we made the turn in the road past old Joe Garland’s to the left on the road across from Raymond’s beach there were three turkeys and either a coyote or a wolf a couple steps away from one of the turkeys. I told the Mrs to get the camera out quick!
Well as I was lowering the window and the Mrs got the camera out of the diaper bag the coyote (or wolf) trotted off into the woods. The Mrs was convined that it was about to feast on one of the turkeys but it seemed like they were hanging out at the time and it could have gotten the turkey long before we had got there in that open field. I wish I could have got that shot, drat!