Turkeys at My Door

I am aware that, for most people, having turkeys standing on your front porch, knocking on your door, demanding food, and pooping on your deck would not be a cause for Joy.

But they make me smile every time.

Big, goofy birds. They come running from all over the neighborhood when I come out to feed them, turkey-trots at high speed.

They make clucky noises like the chickens that used to run loose around our farmhouse, which makes me feel like a kid at home on the farm.

I suspect that our rich English language does not have a precise word for the sound you get when you toss bird seed and it hits the hard strong back feathers of an adult turkey.