Would You Like a Cup of Tea?

I'm so sad about moving sometimes. Yesterday the terminex man didn't believe my cheerful assurances that our turkey wouldn't bite him so I had to accompany him (the man not the turkey) to our backyard as protection. To be fair, the turkey has been once again misusing his superior poultry intelligence to outwit the chickens. He has discovered that humans often have food and so have deduced that walking up to humans, cooing a few times and then staring at them with hunger in his eyes is the way to go. Now that he's around 25 pounds and taller than your average dog this is a little bit scary.
Sometime next year, after I've persuaded the downstairs vegans, I will have my own flock of golden yellow chickens. Then I will die of bird flu.