i arrived home this evening trying to make a decision about the contents of my night. as i ambled through the living room eating a blob of almond butter on toast (ironic, because that's what i was eating when i found my favorite four legged house guest), i happened to look out the window to see this guy roosting on a relatively thin (1" in diameter, maybe?) branch. just for clarification, my living room is located four floors straight up in a part of boston that holds no similarities to the suburbs/wildnerness. is he a wild turkey? i'm pretty sure he is. if so, how did he get here? and why, four hours later, is he sleeping peacefully/precariously in that very same spot? beacon hill is not good for turkeys. i am concerned for his well being. who does one call to ensure his safe removal/placement in a suitable home?
* the picture does not do him justice. he is an extremely large bird.
** i am so insensitive - i ate turkey meatballs for dinner in front of him. could i be any more of a jerk? he's probably terrified.
*** after a quick poll, i shall name him philippe.
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