On Christmas Eve our neighbour, Malcolm, rang to say "Quick! Look out the back!~ Chrisrtmas Dinner is walking up and down!"
When we looked, there was a Brush Turkey.
"Terry the Turkey" ended up staying a few months and finally disappeared in May.
We later discovered "he" was a "she". She appeared every morning and evening, helping herself to our tomatoes and whatever else she could find.
We didn't eat many home-grown tomatoes that year!Brush Turkeys are notorious for making an awful mess and for the enormous mounds they build to incubate their eggs - but we didn't have either of those problems.
