Living in a
Mexican barrio in a small town, we’re comfortable with the chickens and
dogs wandering along the street and flowerbeds in front of our house. But then
the three mature turkeys showed up, two hens and a tom, and we soon learned
that turkeys are not as brainless as we thought—or as harmless. These new fowl were free to wander with the chickens, eat cracked corn when the poultry was fed, and roost in the trees at sunset.
The male began to strut
back and forth in the street as though he was the guardian of the block and we laughed at how funny his performances were. When he had an audience, he would fluff out his feathers, stretch out his neck, and suddenly quiver all over while making a thumping noise. For months, he was a harmless addition to the "farm".
But, this tom, a big,
homely male turkey, soon developed a hatred for golf carts—any golf cart that
drove through his territory. When we would drive into our cul-de-sac, that crazy
turkey came out of nowhere and ran at high speed along the passenger side of
our golf cart. Was he chasing us, racing us, or trying to attack?
His long, scrawny
neck would stretch out, reaching into the footwell where my legs were tucked as
far away as possible. Of course, I was screaming. I’ve never lost my reflexive
screaming response in the face of a feared creature. I’m sure the neighbors were
laughing at the crazy gringos who were afraid of their turkey. When Jon stopped the golf cart to see what would happen, the tom ran
to the front of the cart and started jumping in the air and pecking wildly at the tire and fiberglass body.
Bella, our
dachshund who loves to ride in the golf cart, caused her share of commotion by
barking ferociously at the turkey, pulling at the two leashes that tethered her
to the center of the front seat. As she is naturally a hunter, she would like to
have attacked that turkey, but I’m pretty sure he would have shredded her with
those talons and his beak. I wondered if the turkey was actually trying to
attack Bella rather than me.
Jon hopped out of
the golf cart, grabbed a hand towel, and ran at the gobbler, whipping the rag around as he had seen the Mexican family members do, to get him to
retreat. Tom turned on Jon, charged, and threw himself, talons first, at him.
Fortunately, Jon jumped back in time to avoid having his legs shredded by
those wicked-looking claws. Could it be mating season and Tom viewed Jon as his
rival? (A look in Wikipedia confirmed that the “birds become aggressive which
can develop into intense sparring where opponents leap at each other with the
large, sharp talons, and try to peck or grasp the head of each other.
Aggression increases in frequency and severity as the birds mature”.)
With all of my
screaming and Bella’s furious barking, Jon was trying to talk over us, telling
us to be quiet but in reality, he was adding to all the noise we were creating.
The commotion brought one of the neighbor ladies out of the house. She frowned
at the turkey, marched right up to him, stomped her foot, waved her arm, and made a
hissing sound. That turkey folded his feathers down tight to his body, turned
tail, and headed for the jungle. Now, why is he afraid of her but attacks us?
But one day, we learned that he was becoming more aggressive with anyone
who was not part of the family who fed him. Jon was outside our gate, taking
the trash to the corner for pickup when that mentally deranged feathered animal
came running toward him. Jon saw it coming and, in defense, swung two large
trash bags toward the bird. That must have set off the fight instinct in Tom,
because he ran straight toward Jon, flew into the air, and hit Jon full force, chest to chest. Luckily, he didn’t use his talons, but I’d hate to find out what a
twenty-five-pound turkey feels like when it's thrown into me.
The funny thing is
that we had heard our gringo neighbors shouting about the turkey attacking
them, too, but we never saw him attack the local children, the dogs, or the chickens.
The patriarch of the family loved that turkey as one of his pets, stroked him, and
carried him under his arm like a chicken or a small dog. Does Tom think he’s one of the guard dogs that protect the family home
from invaders? At least the dogs in the family’s pack know and like us—Tom has
never learned that we are one of the friendly neighbors.
There Goes the Turkey, Chasing Another Golf Cart!
It was time to try
the turkey stick trick. Jon cut the mophead off of an old, moldy mop and the
handle became our defensive weapon to hold back the turkey when we were driving
the golf cart. Jon loaded it behind the front seat of the golf cart, handy in case
of an attack. We thought pointing the stick at the turkey would make him back
off.
Jon Placed the "Turkey Stick" Behind the Front Golf Cart Seat
On the next trip
to town, I pointed the stick while Jon drove. It didn’t faze that loco bird one bit. He
just kept attacking the golf cart like a lunatic. We didn’t want to hit the
turkey with the stick or the golf cart, so Jon waited until Tom circled around
to the side of the cart and then hit the gas! (Well, it’s an electric cart, so
I guess he hit the accelerator.) We sped away, the turkey chasing us all the
way to the corner of the block. He seemed to understand that his territory
ended at the corner. My heart was racing and I secretly hoped that turkey was going into
the neighbors’ Christmas pozole in addition to the pork and hominy.
I Pointed the "Turkey Stick" at Tom with No Effect
No such luck. One
morning while Jon was sweeping the cobblestone road in front of our casita,
he asked the neighbor if el pavo was going to be cooked for Christmas. The
patriarch looked hurt by the question and replied firmly, “No.” He also told
Jon that the female turkeys had been killed by a wild dog. Maybe Tom had lost
his mind when his hens disappeared.
Before long, a white
duck was added to the “farm”. That duck was like a sedative for Tom. They
became inseparable friends and Tom stopped attacking people and golf carts. Sadly,
the wild dog killed the duck, and Tom became more rabid than ever.
The Turkey and the Duck were Inseparable Friends
One day I planned
to go outside our garden wall to water my plants. As always, I poked my head
out and looked for Tom but didn’t see him. So, I grabbed my bucket of water and
slipped out to water the potted peace lily. I made the mistake of turning my
back on the street. Suddenly, I heard shouting and running and turned to look.
The turkey was running toward me with the matriarch running after him, shouting
and swinging her long-handled dustpan, sending Tom scurrying for the jungle.
She saved my backside that day. I thanked her profusely, calling, “Muchas gracias,”
one of the few Spanish phrases I’ve learned well.
Jon soon learned
the secret to turkey patrol—a broom. The only thing Tom feared was a broom. So,
we set an old broom on our front porch to fend off the loco bird, ready as a
weapon if needed. We noticed other brooms began appearing across the street, propped
against flower pots where they were handy for anyone who needed to usher the
turkey away. The children in the family took it upon themselves to herd the
turkey with the broom when they saw us walking home, keeping us safe until we
got through our gate. I think they enjoyed this game.
Now when I garden
outside our wall along the cobblestone road, I keep our broom handy. I’ve found
that just laying it between me and the turkey is as good as having an electric
fence around me. He doesn’t come near me. He must have been clobbered with a
broom by someone at some point.
Now I Keep My Broom Handy Where Tom Can See It
Recently, the neighbors
built a pen for him in the jungle and we haven’t seen him in a week or so, but
we still hear his gobble-gobble sound from a distance. I kind of miss Tom.
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