Remember when they were this big?
Well now they’re this big:
I can’t even believe it. They’re HUGE.
Christmas {white, female} is the more affectionate of the two. She comes running over to me and has a special trilling noise she makes when I pet her. She’ll still let me hold her just like when she was little- she’s as tame as can be.
Thanksgiving {brown, male} is definitely her protector. He attacks anything {precocious little wiener dogs, for example} that seems threatening, and he’s gorgeous and impressive with his feathers puffed and tail splayed. He’s not afraid of anything. But he still lets us pet him and he doesn’t care about us petting and holding his woman, although he does examine us with his intense and thoughtful eyes. They both do this, actually. We’re always under the scrutiny of their incredible vision. I really wonder what kind of thoughts turkeys have as they stare us down.
I never thought I would bond like this with a couple of turkeys. I wish for my own sake that they hadn’t imprinted on me when they were young. I now laugh coldly at my idea to name them after the holidays they’ll be served at, meant to save me from getting too attached. Ha. They could have been named White Meat and Dark Meat for all that matters– I still love those stupid turkeys.