We thought we were so on top of fashion—–designer jeans just came out and we had gone shopping together and bought Diane Von Furstenburg jeans. We were stylin’! But the turkeys were more attracted to the shiny gold metal tag on the back pocket than Ms. Furstenburg’s name engraved on them! During the attack, my friend was squealing in this high pitched voice I’d never heard from her before, and that made me laugh even harder! I couldn’t fight those birds off to save my life!!!

It’s not so much that I dislike animals…. it is that I don’t have a read on their personalities so I don’t trust them… LindaB for that very reason I would have never approached when I saw them turkeys gathered together. I usually don’t learn by lesson or experience — I usually learn by fear, first!

I’m gonna make Madi some Kevlar pants to wear on vacation with you folks! My goodness! Birds can be MEAN! I was attacked by turkeys one time and it was traumatic. My best friend and I were walking two miles every day for fitness sake and we took a new route one evening. We saw a house on a hill in the distance, and when we got closer, we saw about 8-10 big old turkeys standing together at the top of the hill. When we got in front of their house, they charged down the hill right at us! We screamed and tried to run away, but they surrounded us and began pecking at our butts! We were wearing the newest designer jeans with the gold metal tag on the back pocket and the turkeys were trying to bite them!!! We swatted at them, kicked at them, all the time trying to get away and further down the road. It was a frenzy of feathers, arms, legs, and screaming…..oh, and gobbling. (It was the week of Thanksgiving and I think they were just testy.) We finally made it past the lot line of this house and they just turned around and walked back up the hill. We gathered up our dignity, straightened our clothes, and turned to continue our walk when we saw traffic had stopped both ways, and people were dying laughing, sitting safely in their vehicles! We then had to find a place to sit down and laugh ourselves into a coma. We laughed so hard, my husband had to come drive us home. So Madi, I KNOW how vicious birds can be!

The pictures are gorgeous…..so inviting! And that is a very handsome rooster!

My grandmother would be up before light, going to the smoke house and slicing a slab of ham for frying and red-eyed gravy, then mile-high biscuits in the wood stove oven….while my grandfather was hitching up the horses to go out in the field to plow or thin or whatever needed doing at that particular time of year. I helped gather the eggs and feed the chickens after shelling corn in the crib house….but I never could get the hang of milking a cow. However, I did churn b utter and then press it, dig potatoes, pick and shell beans, and so on. Farming is very hard work….but a wonderful experience for kids.

Thanks….I really have enjoyed this…..and love y’all.

I’m with Russ on the animal thing; I hate sniffy, licky, nuzzly animals — and pet hair! So sorry all you animal lovers. The horse is beautiful, though, and the rooster is a dandy.

OK – what’s with Madi and animals attacking her? First a shark, now a rooster! She’s got the scars to prove it.