I was working at home one day and was on a conference call when my doorbell rang. I put myself on mute and answered the door…to find my elderly neighbor standing there with a giant dead turkey.
He shook it at me, yelling, “Look what I shot on my farm, overly! I’m going to go clean it in the back yard!”
I live in a suburb of St. Louis. People don’t generally bleed dead turkeys in their backyards, much less shake them at their neighbors. But he was very excited. He’s since come over with a couple of other similarly dead animals. I’m starting to think of him less as a neighbor and more as a very friendly cat.
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