Scared and Brave

Thank you to my twitter friends today for giving me some happy things to think about. I do not want to dwell on the night of the massacre too much but I do want to tell you how your friendly farmyard turkey here was both a very scared turkey and a very brave turkey when the fox came right up to the doorway of my little shack.

I had hear the commotion and the geese crying out and I went to the door of my shack and the lights came on in the farmhouse and I could hear the voices of the man and the woman and then I looked the other way away from the farmhouse and right there, right at my doorstep, there was a fox and I swear to you that I heard him say my name, "Goebbels" he said, and I thought to myself how could he know my name as I have never met a fox before and then he snarled and showed his teeth and I did not back down from my own doorstep, no sir, not one bit.

I made myself the largest version of myself that I could and I got right up on my legs and brought my wings up and I yelled at him as loudly as I could, so loudly that my throat hurt for three days, and I flapped my wings and I took a step towards him and I could tell that he was rethinking things and then the man and the woman were running towards us both and he snarled at me again and turned around and took off and the man and the woman chased him down and the man stopped to check on me which I thought was very nice.

I was a lucky one that night but it was clear that the foxes had been told to find me and had been told my name.

Barry.

He will be held accountable for this.