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Thursday, November 23, 2006
Ten days ago at the turkey farm out Ridge Road in Clarkson, there were hundreds of identical white turkeys milling about resignedly in their crowded pen. Little did they know that this week the fence would imprison nothing more than a few feathers stuck in the mud. But the turkeys pictured here are the kind that have the good sense to be afraid of people who get too close. They were wandering around the Green Acres apricot orchard at blueberry time, when there are always a lot of cars and people invading their space. They scurried a few yards, stopped to browse, almost took flight (they can fly), and stopped to snack again. Every time I got close enough to frame a shot, they took off. Actually, such flocks of wild turkeys are a pretty common sight here in western New York, including literally in our own back yard. I don’t know if people actually eat them, at least not when they can get a perfectly good frozen bird at Wegmans for 39 cents a pound.