Most of you who read here will remember her...
She got her name from her very unique and slightly retarded (in a most endearing way) cockeyed dippity do cockscomb on top of her head.
See what I mean?
It seemed to be belaboring the obvious to name her "Cocky Locky", how lacking in imagination would that be? So she is named after "Cocky Locky's" pal....
Much better name - one that you didnt see coming.
A name she completely embraces and lives up to.
While other chickens peck and cluck. "Turkey Lurky" carries on a conversation.
She follows all the rules of good conversation making.
She gets on your level and makes good eye contact..
She waits for you to speak and then opens her mouth when its her "turn"
Tonight's topic of concern was about those low life neighbors of ours,
especially this one in particular...
Seems he has been growling when she and her her "peeps" (yes, I really did just say that...) try to check out his food bowl. Worse than the growling, which he has always done and which they have always ignored, he has now taken to laying down on top of his food bowl...something that they cannot ignore because he weighs 160 pounds and there are laws involving physics and size and so on that just completely are beyond "Turkey Lurkys" immediate control.
While I sympathized with her plight, I was forced to point out these same laws of physics prevent me from moving "Blue" from any spot he chooses to be in, so really she and I am in the same boat so to speak....This caused much shaking back and forth of her little head
along with her well thought out reply that speaking of being in boats, if I would quit gallivanting off to the beach and stay home and dole out the cracked corn in a more timely fashion, she wouldn't have to worry about eyeing the Purina.....
and with that...
"Game, set, match"
And the conversational winner is: