Another reader offers up “a video of wild turkeys stealing a kid’s bike in New Jersey”:
Other readers share their experiences with more friendly fowl:
You haven’t experienced New England until you startle a flock of turkeys and watch them take to the sky like feathered B-52s. They don’t fly far or very high, but they are magnificent in their own special way. And the turkey chicks are pretty cute, too. I’m lucky to have some forest and fields at the edge of my property, and I enjoy the wildlife immensely.
Another cautions, “As long as those freak turkeys made by Tyson don’t get lose in a city, we should be ok.” Another reader:
I’m a West Virginian, and our turkeys have stayed wild and certainly aren’t dumb. They’re not geniuses, but they have great eyesight and hearing. They will avoid calls that aren’t nearly perfect and they can disappear into the underbrush very easily. Most importantly, they have learned what many suburban animals—especially deer—haven’t learned; one person in the woods is dangerous, but 1,000 people in houses with well-manicured lawns are smorgasboards.
A reader not too far away:
Here in Tennessee, about 40 miles distant from one of the major cities, the turkeys live a wonderful life, roosting in the still-wild hills and creek hollows, feeding in back yards where neighbors keep chickens, as well as on the nuts and grubs in the forest. A flock of 14 parade across our property. I golf late afternoons, and watch them emerge from a creek bed to feed in the tall rough, planted with varieties they love. And, yes they are smart, conveniently knowing when hunting seasons begin ...