Tales of the Village - Talking Turkey

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In our village we have a lot of people who keep pets. Walking around each evening we stop to say hello to passing dogs, stroke the odd cat and chatter to the guinea pigs. But my favourite unusual pet is called Roastie and he's a very large, 4 or 5 year old male turkey. Roastie and his brother Stuffing (he lives in the next village) were bought to fatten up for Christmas but the family who had them got so attached to their boys that they couldn't bring themselves to eat them. Hence they became family pets. As I climb the hill to the high point of our walk around the village I often hear Roastie singing to himself or calling out to visitors. A turkey's gobble gobble is a bizarrely melodic sound but not one that most of us are used to hearing. I didn't know he was a pet when I first noticed him and I was very relieved when January came to find he was still singing for all his worth. His 'mum' has posted on our village Facebook page that nobody should worry about poor Roastie - he's not going to be eaten and she's also told me I'm welcome to pop round and say hello some time but somehow I'm a little too shy to rock up at a strangers home crying "Oy, show us your turkey".