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From Jess H., writing about wild turkeys in the Adirondacks:

Spring of my junior year of high school, I finally had both my driver's license and clearance from my parents to take the family car to points more distant than the mall closest to our suburban, upstate New York home. Forthwith, my best friend and I decided to go for a hike in the southern Adirondacks one weekend day. We identified a hike, drove to the trailhead, and set off. It was still early spring in the Adirondacks; it was sunny but cold, and the trees were naked. My friend and I were the only people on that trail right then. When we were about a mile in, we pissed off a wild turkey who, perhaps trusting more in its fight than its flight, charged us. I'm not proud to admit this, but we turned around and ran; we ran all the way back to the car, in fact, and drove to a diner.

Ok, full disclosure: I'm not entirely certain it was a wild turkey. We were, after all, facing the other direction (and running). But it WAS a dark, avian, flapping blob and if I had to describe the sound it was making I might well have said "like a gobble." Almost certainly a wild turkey.

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From Sasha W. in Boston, MA:

At the beginning of the pandemic, way back in April, I went for a walk along the Riverway with my then-5-year-old son. When we returned to our car, parked in front of church on a side street, I found I'd locked my keys in. Someone walking by was kind enough to call AAA on their phone for me, and my son and I settled in to wait for the technician. We watched a wild turkey emerge from the church yard and cross the street, and as it wandered away from us, along the sidewalk, my son said, "Mommy, there are thirteen of them." I looked around and saw just two more. "Over there," he said, gesturing to the shadowed church wall. He was right, there were thirteen, and soon even more emerged. We counted them, amazed: "Fourteen! Sixteen!" They all came walking out of the yard toward the street where we stood and some approached us, picking up speed and following as we backed away from them. We were freaked out! Drawing on maternal instinct, I lunged toward them, and they ran the other way. We learned that when we moved away, they followed, but when we moved toward them, they ran, so we played this game with them for a while.

Eventually the turkeys wandered down the block, and we watched as they approached other passersby, and even an idling car, scattering people in opposite directions and preventing someone from getting out of the car. "Chase them," we called out, "They'll run away if you chase them!" One or two people tried it, but most were chased away themselves. Wild turkeys are aggressive, we concluded, but easily cowed, too. Finally, AAA came, our keys were retrieved, and we left the sixteen wild turkeys to pursue their adventures without us.

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