Crusin’ with my friends can be rather frustrating, especially when it comes to gate or fence hopping.
The turkeys cross at the same section one by one, waiting patiently for their turn and waiting rather impatiently for all to make it to the other side.
They cluck, sing, whistle and chirp encouragement to get the ball on the roll.
They have a code that “No turkey is left behind” except for me…I am on my own to catch up or go home.
Great—more fence jumpers. I either need to get in shape or find new friends.
I think you have a fair number of old friends who are not going to be jumping that fence any time soon. Congratulations on some incredible photos!
Moi?
If the shoe fits….
Ann don’t you have sort of brag you should be sharing????
Is it a brag? I don’t know enough about this sport to know. Anyway, Raj had a great ten-month birthday present: he was given a chance to grab the sleeve for the first time at training. On his first try he dropped it right after he won the prize and just stared–it was so much heavier than the big tug. But at the end of that round he carried it all the way to the truck and only put it down when he had to decide between the sleeve and the water bowl. His adventures continue.
Ann, this is a great brag! After a few lessons the kid is on the sleeve.
Way to go!
Those Turkeys are a good group to hang with.
@Ann K.
How do I explain to him that all sleeves are not equal?
Do you now have teeth attached to your arm? 🙂
not my arm–but another person around here is not too happy about enthusiastic efforts to get something for the sleeve collection.
Great pictures Carole. I’m sure the turkeys will wait for you!
You always have a series of photographs which tell a story – I love it!