Ballard Street by Jerry Van Amerongen for June 20, 2023

Todd and Tom, two male turkeys.

I’ve had wild turkeys pass through from the woods, but none have come up close and personal.

“Hello, my name is Inigo Montoya. You ate my father. Prepare to die.”

If I were Todd I’d be wondering where I put the big roasting pan.

How did it get on the chair arm, WKRP event ?

Todd, did you happen to say “gobble gobble?”

Todd is certainly strange, allright, but if also an attractor, should never want for some great roast turkey!!!

“Lookin’ good!!! – Wanna stay for dinner – breakfast – lunch – dinner again…and again…and again… SHOO!!!”

That turkey is giving Todd the stinkeye.

Hope it’s not a turkey vulture.

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.

An attractor perhaps, but Todd is certainly not strange for a Ballard denizen…

Good morning Balladeers and Tigressy!

Todd wonders “Is it Thanksgiving already”?

There once was a fella named Todd,

who attracts strange things to his bod.

But, day after day, hey, what can I say?

On Ballard Street, Todd is not odd…

Thanks to the comments I was informed it’s a turkey, my first thought it was a vulture looking at carrion.

In many ways, he is a cluster zone for chaotic events.

He probably just wants to talk turkey.

I saw a great cartoon of an elderly man sitting in his armchair staring at the vulture on a perch near him. The vulture was staring hungrily back. The caption was, “James often regretted not getting a parrot.”

Is Todd the epicenter and founder of Ballard St?

Todd can walk the walk, but can he talk the talk.

Birds of a feather.

Todd is strange. Birds of a feather flock together, so I’m not surprised at this outcome.