If I were the only turkey on a small family farm on the day before Thanksgiving, a sense of self-preservation might tempt me into stealth mode. You know, try to make myself look more like a chicken, stick with the flock, keep quiet.
Or, I could be like Pecky Becky - getting floofy for everyone, strutting around the barnyard like she owns the place, and declaring her love of the holiday with jubilant gobbles all day long!
I swear this turkey knows that Seamus has a major soft spot for her and that he is standing by, ready to threaten all would-be turkey-nappers with karate chops.
And so, Pecky Becky feels free to be her most flamboyant self with no fear of a one-way trip to the roasting pan on the most turkey-est of turkey days.
Pecky Becky, you are one lucky bird. You are one lucky bird.
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