Turkeys vs Cats

There haven't been a lot of interesting things happening here recently. Just more of the same entertaining events I have written about before and I hesitate to repeat myself for fear of being accused of senility. However, the turkeys vs. the cats is an amusing sight to see. The turkeys are the dominators. I don't blame the cats. If something that much larger than me was threatening me, I'd leave the area too. But I did feel sorry for Golden Boy. The cats often sleep in greenhouse #1 overnight. They prefer to go outside to relieve themselves as opposed to using their litter box and generally do a good job of waiting until we let them out. Once out, they immediately seek out a good spot to take care of that business. GB had located what he considered an appropriate spot. The alpha hen turkey disagreed with his assessment. She strutted around him and jutted her head (and beak!) toward him. I suspect it made his task considerably difficult. He finally gave up and went off to find another spot. The turkeys go to Bad Goose's pen every morning and have a discussion with him. That is also a funny thing to watch and listen to. They are quite independent birds. Good thing they are pretty...well, pretty for turkeys, anyway.