pecking – TURKEY COLOR GENETICS

I had always loved animals, especially birds. I enjoyed watching them fly and sing, and I admired their beauty and grace. I had a dream of becoming a veterinarian someday and helping animals in need.

One day, when I was 12 years old, I was walking home from school when I saw a wild turkey lying on the side of the road. He looked injured and scared, and I felt sorry for him. I decided to help him, even though I knew that wild turkeys could be dangerous.

I approached him slowly and gently, trying to calm him down. He was bleeding from his wing, and he appeared had a broken leg. He must have been hit by a car or attacked by a predator. He tried to get away from me, but he was too weak to move.

I took off my jacket and wrapped it around him, then I lifted him up and carried him to my house. My parents were surprised to see me with a wild turkey, but they agreed to let me keep him until he recovered.

I named him Tom, and I nursed him back to health. I cleaned his wounds, gave him food and water, and made him a comfortable bed in the garage. I also gave him lots of love and attention. He was shy and wary at first, but he soon warmed up to me.

As he recovered, he became my best friend. He would follow me around the house and garden, and sometimes he would even sneak into my room at night. He would make funny noises and gestures to communicate with me, and he would let me pet him and hug him.

He was a smart and loyal bird. He learned to recognize my voice and my name, and he would come running when I called him. He also learned some tricks, like how to play fetch or how to shake his tail feathers on command.

He was also very protective of me. He would chase away any animals that came near me. He was like my little guardian angel.

We had so much fun together, and we shared many adventures. We went on walks in the park, we played in the snow, we watched movies on the couch. He was always there for me, no matter what.

He helped me also through some tough times in my life. He comforted me when I was sad or lonely, he cheered me up when I was stressed or angry, he supported me when I was scared or nervous.

He also inspired me to pursue my dream of becoming a veterinarian. He showed me how rewarding it was to help animals in need, and how much they appreciated it. He made me realize that animals have feelings and personalities just like humans do.

He stayed with me for six years, until he passed away peacefully one night. I was heartbroken when I lost him, but I knew that he had lived a good life with me. I buried him in the backyard under his favorite tree, and I planted some flowers on his grave.

I still miss him every day, but I know that he is always with me in spirit. He watches over me from above, and he guides me through life’s challenges.

As a child, I was always afraid of wild turkeys. Their large size and sharp beaks intimidated me, and I would avoid going near them whenever possible. I had heard stories of how they could attack people and cause serious injuries, and I didn’t want to take any chances. Whenever I saw a wild turkey, I would run away or hide behind something. However, as I grew older, I realized that my fear of these birds was irrational and decided to overcome it. I learned that wild turkeys are not aggressive by nature, and that they only defend themselves when threatened. I also learned that they are intelligent and social animals that have complex behaviors and communication skills. I became curious about these creatures and wanted to learn more about them. One day, while out on a nature walk, I saw a group of wild turkeys crossing my path. My initial reaction was to turn around and head back, but instead, I took a deep breath and decided to face my fear head-on. I slowly approached the group of turkeys, trying not to startle them. To my surprise, the turkeys didn’t seem to mind my presence. They continued to peck at the ground and move about their day, seemingly indifferent to my presence. I took this as a sign that they weren’t interested in harming me, and my fear began to dissipate. Feeling more confident, I decided to take it a step further and attempt to interact with the turkeys. I started talking to them in a soft and friendly voice, hoping to gain their trust. To my amazement, one of the turkey hens approached me and started to follow me around. She was a beautiful bird with brown feathers and a red wattle. She had bright eyes and a curious expression. She seemed to enjoy my company, and I found myself laughing and chatting with her like an old friend. I named her Tina. She would follow me around and would make soft noises when I fed her some seeds. She was the sweetest turkey I had ever met. From that day on, I began to see wild turkeys in a new light. I realized that they were not the intimidating creatures I had once thought them to be. They were just like any other animal, living their lives and going about their business. Overcoming my fear of wild turkeys was a joyful experience that taught me a valuable lesson about facing my fears. By confronting my phobias and challenging my assumptions, I was able to discover a new and unexpected friendship. I learned that wild turkeys are not scary, but rather fascinating and friendly animals that deserve respect and appreciation. I also learned something about myself: that I am capable of overcoming my fears and expanding my horizons. Tina helped me grow as a person and opened my eyes to the wonders of nature. She was more than just a turkey; she was a friend.