Wild turkeys, relatively new to the suburbs, do not always know how to behave. Sometimes they climb on the roofs of houses, which, it seems, can freak people out. Twenty to thirty pounds (smaller for females) of clattering, gobbling assertiveness on slate makes a racket. Other times they descend as a flock to roost on back fences or high in trees, quietly or often not-so-quietly waiting for dinner, or a cue to action, like something from a Hitchcock film.
From the NYTimes.
Wild turkeys are on the attack --
They form a most menacing claque.
Revenging the coven
Of kin in the oven,
They love to defile our tarmac.
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