We are a commune of inquiring, skeptical, politically centrist, capitalist, anglophile, traditionalist New England Yankee humans, humanoids, and animals with many interests beyond and above politics. Each of us has had a high-school education (or GED), but all had ADD so didn't pay attention very well, especially the dogs. Each one of us does "try my best to be just like I am," and none of us enjoys working for others, including for Maggie, from whom we receive neither a nickel nor a dime. Freedom from nags, cranks, government, do-gooders, control-freaks and idiots is all that we ask for.
If you think wild turkeys are stupid, try hunting them. They may not be smart enough to understand vector geometry, but they are wiley like hell and can see you blink at 100 yds. I love watching them in the wild, 'putting', gobbling, and rattling their feathers like a snare drum.
I can't figure out which is dumber: hunting a tasty bird to the edge of extinction, or getting its numbers back up to 6MM and not being able to figure out how to defend yourself against it. Eek, I'm feeding it, eek, it's attacking me.
The birds are fine, I hope that their numbers grow to ten million. As for hitting them with cars if I remember correctly something like 400,000 deer are hit every year by cars and we still like having the deer around. Turkeys aren't dumb they just cannot account for the speed and intent of a motor vehicle.
Speaking from the midwest, specifically Minnesota, I can tell you that a) no one's cutting down forest for farmland. It's just not happening. b) wild turkey populations are up, up up.
Within the Twin Cities metro area, it is not even surprising to see a flock. Quite a few around here came from folks who raised a couple of eggs in the backyard, and then discovered that fences do not keep them in.
Of course in the last 20 years we have seen foxes, raccoons, coyotes, deer, and especially eagles moving into the urban area. My wife has an office window that faces the Mississippi, and there is a breeding pair of bald eagles in her view. The DNR doesn't even bother to count them anymore.
The first I heard of wild turkeys in suburbia was a mailman in town being attacked in his rounds about twenty years ago. Everyone made fun of the guy, not anymore. They are all over now, there were two in my backyard this morning, big ones. We live 15 minutes from the center of Boston.
They’re fine except during mating season. I once had to ward off a couple of toms and defend myself with garbage can lids while taking the barrels in on trash day. Don’t get between horny guys and their girl friends. The barrels, on the other hand, have to be defended from raccoons 24/7.
Here in Southern NJ turkeys are a plague upon the land. A coven of them (the article refers to a "gaggle", that's for geese. These demonic creatures come in covens) came into my yard a couple of years ago and started rooting around in my rhododendron bed, driving away a little garter snake that lived there that I thought of as my friend. I may have to take up hunting to have any hope of settling scores. Fear turkeys; they mean us ill.
Out for a walk at dawn, as I usually do, I happened upon a rafter of turkeys meandering down the road. As I approached they hurried their gait, then, when finally I got too close, they scampered and flew off into the woods. One settled into a pine tree close to 40 feet in the air.