When I was young we had three tom turkeys and one hen. Haha, that hen wondered aimlessly with no feathers due to the constant harassment of the male turkeys. One night my father brought home company and his name was Clooney, drinking pal/ glonny friend. He was past out in the truck and mother told us to leave him. So we left him alone in the front cad with a saddle blanket. The next morning my mother found him on the porch. I guess early that morning he got off because he was cold and made as far as the door steps. Them male turkeys found him and went to town on him. He had scratches all over his face and neck during breakfast. Remember- Never drink more then you can handle.
Posted on: Fri, 23 Aug 2013 23:52:58 +0000
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