The turkeys stink, but I don't hang out in their back yard to smell them. I wasn't impressed when they came to my backyard to visit this spring, but Boy put the run on them and they haven't been back.
What I do object to is the rooster.
He is loud.
He can't tell time. There is none of this early morning cock-a-doodle-doing. This guy cock-a-doodles ALL day long. I think he might be blind or something.
It drives me crazy. I've debated complaining, but I don't know to whom -- do you call the township dog catcher about a rooster? Can you even have fowl in town? Is there a fowl department at the town office?
I almost solved the problem earlier this summer...
Cock-a-Doodles came to my house to visit. He must have got directions from the Turkeys. I found him wandering around the pool patio.
I sent Boy to chase him away.
Boy offered to shoot him.
And I paused. for awhile. before I said "I think shooting roosters in town is frowned upon."
This morning I regretted that decision. Cocky little bugger.
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