Not so wild, it would appear, for this duo showed up at my brother
Tony's house a couple of weeks ago, and was photographed by my niece,
Julia. These guys, and I suspect it is the same pair, have been
plaguing our neighborhood for the past couple of years. Tony lives just
a few blocks away. I have had them pass by my house as they were
working the hood, snooping around in each yard as they went by. I have
also seen them down by the RR tracks, where I walk the dog each day.
Back in the seventies, there were only a modest number in the
state, and none in urban areas. They have thrived easily, and now this
is what you see.
Old Ben Franklin wanted the Wild Turkey designated as the symbolic
bird of the U. S., but was overruled in favor of that ugly bird, the
Bald Eagle
If I were one of these guys, I might want to hide out is someone's garage for a few days.
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