I went outside this morning to watch the huge flock of turkeys on the property making all kinds of racket.  One turkey was being particularly protective of another turkey when I walked out the door.   Oh wait.  It’s not a turkey.  It’s the rooster, Jacques.

It is very clear that the rooster is firmly entrenched in the turkey flock.  When the turkeys move on, he moves on.  I don’t know what he does when he gets to Arlene and Bill’s, whether he takes a right turn to go “home” or what.  I am going to have to notify them of this – do they really want their beloved Jacques hanging out with these lawless and rowdy turkeys?  It may very well break their hearts.  They have done everything possible to make a comfortable home for Jacques since he wandered into their yard.  They have provided him with food, with hens, with a name.  How could he do this to them?

The lure of life with the turkeys is hard to resist, I’m sure.  They wander freely and he has bodyguards three times his size to ward off predators.  He can watch the exciting fights without having to get involved.  Maybe he’s even afforded special status because of his unique and glorious feathers, I don’t know.

Now I’m not a roosterist, I have many friends who are roosters. But this is unacceptable.  What next?   Little roosturkeys roaming around the neighborhood?  The turkeys are loud enough without adding a rooster gene to the mix.  All I know is that this is a bad precedent to set for the neighborhood.  We just can’t have all this inter-species canoodling happening here on Highland Road.  Before you know it the cat will be lying down with the dog, the dog will be lying down with the skunk, and the skunk will be thinking he can snuggle up next to us people in front of the fire.  This cannot happen…I guess I’d better go call Arlene…