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Friday, November 18, 2016

Turkey Talk

I am bilingual.
Oh, not in the way you imagine.
My second language really isn't that practical.
Truth be told, I don't even know what I'm saying.
But the fact remains that I can speak another language.
Maybe I should explain . . .
My kids and I loved spending time at Fort Edmonton Park.
It's a stroll through Edmonton's history.
There's a bona fide re-creation of an 1846 fort.
And a small town.
Comprised of 'dated' streets.
1885 Street, devoted to life in Edmonton when dust and mud were king and electricity was something only Jules Verne imagined.
1905 Street, when modern dreams were beginning.
And 1920 Street, where modern conveniences and votes for women have become reality.
There are shops and residences with actors portraying very real Edmontonians of the past.
It was (and is) fun.
And we loved it.
We spent nearly every Thursday there throughout the summer.
Walking on stilts.
Playing games.
Eating baking fresh from the ovens.
Visiting the shops.
Inter'acting' with the actors.
It was a great way to spend a day.
Then we found the flock of turkeys behind one of the residences.
And that's when I discovered that I could speak a second language.
Turkeys make a distinct 'mmmmbladladladladladladladladl' sound.
And I could mimic it.
Really.
You want to talk talent?
We stood at the side of their large pen and I 'talked' to them.
The male got quite animated.
He ruffled his feathers and puffed up his facial dangly bits and marched around importantly.
It was very entertaining.
The kids would urge me on. “Come on Mom! Say something else!”
And I'd do my mmmmbladladladladladladladladl.
And the turkey would get apoplectic.
We even drew a crowd.
“Look! That woman can talk to the turkeys.”
Okay. Sometimes, you have to look for your entertainment.
And you have to admit that not everyone can talk turkey.
P.S. Guinea Pigs and I also have a history.

8 comments:

  1. Huh...I talk to a turkey all the time AND I KNOW what I'm saying. Unfortunately he doesn't listen to me.

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    1. Bwahahahahaha! Yep. Now that you mention it . . .

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  2. I am certain that this calls for a video. Never mind if there's no actual turkey to film. I just want to hear you "talk turkey"!

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  3. jenny_o is right.
    I can understand a little cat, but they rarely respond to me. Or not as I want. Obviously my accent is wrong.

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    1. I've concluded there are a lot of dialects. I know none of them.

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  4. The way that male got all puffed up and started to strut, I'm wondering if what you said to him were marriage vows. You better look into that.

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    1. Oops. Maybe we're married! That would explain the look on his face when I walked away! :)

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