Poor Todd doesn’t know what to do with a gift turkey.
When I was a kid, we answered a pecking sound on the window by the front door. It was a turkey pecking at it’s reflection. Farm truck going to market lost its load and freed the crated birds. It was just before Thanksgiving and my father knew what to do.
Poor Todd doesn’t know what to do with a gift turkey.
When I was a kid, we answered a pecking sound on the window by the front door. It was a turkey pecking at it’s reflection. Farm truck going to market lost its load and freed the crated birds. It was just before Thanksgiving and my father knew what to do.