Sleeping with Jenny’s and Jake’s. I am talking turkeys here. One summer my dad decided we were going to fill the freezer with turkey meat. So he purchased around 20 of the little dumb critters. Yes, turkeys are dumb, but some of the tamest things with a beak and feathers. We kept them in one of the hen houses, and one morning we noticed there were a few missing, though some of their feathers remind. It did not take long to figure that there was a stray feline, or two, serving themselves up a fresh, hot turkey sammich. Of course, there was only one course of action: Flop down an old mattress, and a young Hillbilly in the middle of the hen-house during the night. So around 9pm, and snuggly wrapped in a musty old blanket, I was sleeping with the Jenny’s and Jake’s.
I must say, there were quiet birds at night, but I found out that they were curious as all get out. I awoke not much after the day’s first light. I had the feeling of not only being watched, but being pinned down. Probably like Gulliver felt with all those super midget’s who tied him down. Upon further review, I had every darn turkey either on the mattress, standing, or sitting on me. Not making a sound, but staring. Kind of like Hitchcock’s The Birds….but more like The Shortbus version. This went on for over a week, till the cats stopped sammich shopping. Those darn birds grew up, and then filled up the freezer. I will tell you what we did with the innards of those turkeys another day.