A bunch of lil' munchkins were yelling... "Sheriff Bill, Sheriff Bill, come quick"! "There's a big fat turkey on the trail". Sure enough, when I arrived there sat a wild turkey just calmly looking around amidst the confusion of seventy some five year olds. I told the kids that he was Thomas the Turkey (I discovered long ago that naming the animals in dry gulch, even the snakes, gave them an added personality and friendliness). One little boy went a running toward "Thomas" and was yelling: " Call my dad and get me my gun, I wanna blast him like blaaaam"!
Gheeeesh, parents... give the boy some time to be a kid! There will be plenty of time for killing later on!