There's a real live (wild) turkey that lives near us. It usually lives down the street a few houses down, but on this particular day, it was closer than ever before.
Regina: "Yeah. I was wondering where it went." (Regina lives a few houses down the road from us)
"I've seduced it down to our house. I think he lives here now."
Regina: "I was wondering who put the bird seed on the road?"
"Yeah. I'm guilty. I wanted a pet turkey."
Regina: "You aren't going to eat it, are you?"
"I wasn't planning on it. Were you planning to eat it?"
"Good. I'll tell you if one of our neighbors gets it.."
And this isn't the first time that I've gotten some of Regina's animals to come to my house. A few years back, I had put the skin from a grilled salmon out. Sure enough, her kitties came over and enjoyed a feast.
Well, a few weeks after the salmon incident, I heard a strange meowing sound coming from the front door. When I opened the door, I noticed a bunch of baby kitties all curled up next to my door. I had no idea what to do. I racked my brain trying to figure out how newborn kittens would end up on my doorstep. So, I called Regina and asked her if she was missing some kittens. Sure enough, they were hers. She drove the car over and tried to corral all of her kittens, which had promptly hid themselves all over our one acre yard.
So, Regina have the long history of sharing "pets". For someone who doesn't actually own any pets, we have our share of excitement around here with squirrels, cows, birds, kittens and now.. turkeys!