Pheasants rock. Loads of them live in the woods around my parents' house, and they occasionally delight motorists by meandering into the path of moving vehicles. Wild turkeys are worse, though. Pheasants have the sense to get the hell out of the way when a giant object is hurtling towards them; wild turkeys stand in the middle of the road in great packs, either staring at the car with the defiance of a thousand surly teenagers or pecking at the ground, stupid and oblivious. They're also very mean. If there's ever a bill before Congress to allow wild turkeys access to firearms, I'm definitely opposing it.
posted by Kate at 5:14 PM link/comments
Comments:
Post a Comment