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Kirk

Oh, we all love the birds at first.

I used to give them corn and would even creep to my garage so as not to upset the gentle turkey-love that sometimes took place at the end of the drive.

But soon after the lawn became a fecal canvas of turkey smatter, I changed my mind.

There isn't anything I can do about the whole thing of course, but now when I see 'em doing it, I speed right by and lay on the horn.

gail

Well, I wouldn't miss them at all if they were pooping on my lawn and #$%&*!%$ing in my driveway.

gail

Or vice versa.

prairie biker

Paul's articles have been great lately.

If those turkeys show up and you want them removed quietly, call your friendly neighborhood archer (wink wink nudge nudge say no more).

Julie

"Gentle turkey love" just kills me. Kirk, you made my evening.

gail

It sounds like a country song.

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