When Turkeys Attack!
Turkey-Durk, aka Tom the Turkey, is on his way to a new name: Thanksgiving.
For a while now, his aversion to the color red has caused a few sharp words to be directed his way, but there's been no contact . . . and I've been reminded to avoid wearing red in the chicken yard.
This morning, however, I flipped my pretty, flowered apron over to the reversible side to go out to do chores . . . forgetting that the reversible side would provide a chest-to-knee display of fiery red.
Oh, and did I mention that I'm wearing a dress today? A knee-length dress?
Before I had taken two steps into the poultry yard, Turkey Durk got me . . . BAM! As soon as a pained, startled, "HEY!" was out of my mouth, I realized my error . . . and made a hasty retreat outta there . . . where I removed the offending apron.
Moral of the story? "Lesson learned."
HOWEVER, if this is a sign of a change in attitude on his part, no matter how beautiful he is, he's gonna be on the table in two months!