06 Jun2008

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Who would have thought we would be attacked by turkeys in the interior fields of Malapascua island?! Out on a walk one day, we ran across a small home with lots of chickens and these two turkeys milling about. When the male turkey spotted us, it immediately flared its feathers and made aggressive clucking sounds. It rapidly started to approach one member of our group who sidestepped the turkey and went dashing to the other end of the field, while the turkey went chasing with feathers akimbo. It was a funny sight, but not really, because I had no idea if turkeys could do any damage or if they were all clucking and no bite. The rest of us just kept walking and eventually made it out of the turkey’s home range…

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Back home, I googled “aggressive turkeys” and got to this site, it is amusing to say the least. Click on the link within the link to see photos of the turkey chasing the woman around her honda sedan. It seems unusual to run across turkeys on Malapascua, but come to think of it, relatives always seemed to have turkeys and large capon in their homes or farms in Cebu when i was a kid. We had distant relations that even had a 12 kilo? chicken waddling around their front yard! Odd how there aren’t more native dishes using turkey meat if they can thrive in our weather…

 

COMMENTS:

  1. Nina says:

    Turkeys aren’t the only aggressive fowl. I remember my aunt being chased by an angry goose because she had disturbed it while it was sitting on its eggs. It was a funny sight because my aunt jumped through the window of our grandpa’s house just to get away from it. But before she could get in, the goose nipped her on the leg. From then on, she kept a respectable distance from the goose which went “ungas-ungas” (sounded like “ungas” which is slang for stupid) every time it sees my aunt.

    Jun 6, 2008 | 2:42 pm

     
  2. Rachel Sweets says:

    Hello???…Any body???

    Turkey, contrarily, is magnificent in its presentation, a universal symbol of plenty. But once cut up it doesn’t look like anything. Blech!

    Flavor? It’s no more effective than frying or smoking at imparting taste, just as the bacon in a club sandwich will always be better than the meat it attempts to enliven; but the crowd will be tricked into thinking they have eaten well, and the abundance of brown fatty skin, the only real repository of goodness in a turkey, will carry the day without a lot of work.

    Turkey is one of the lowest fat mainstream meats around…Good sources of zinc…Contains B vitamins to give eeennneeerrrgggyyy for both men and women ;)

    “Talk T-U-R-K-E-Y to me, MM! Cheers!

    Jun 6, 2008 | 2:57 pm

     
  3. sheng says:

    hi market man, just a stop i made to read your entry. hope you find mine interesting too, do take a visit. God bless.

    Jun 6, 2008 | 3:42 pm

     
  4. Katrina says:

    My mom’s scared of turkeys because as a child, she was chased and then pecked by one. She said the pecks hurt quite badly, actually.

    I don’t much enjoy eating turkey. Bland and dry, I think its only reason for being so popular is for symbolic and sentimental reasons. I’ll take chicken (or duck!) anytime, thank you.

    Jun 6, 2008 | 4:00 pm

     
  5. enteng says:

    hahaha…

    Brings back childhood memories, i was often chased by a pabo near our house…swear i wanted to k**l that beast..

    ’til now i still freak out everytime a turkey is lurking around.

    hahaha…

    Jun 6, 2008 | 4:06 pm

     
  6. risa says:

    I’m also frustrated looking for 2kilo roasting chickens. The puny 1 kilo ones out there seem such a waste to fire the over for.

    Where have all the big chickens gone?

    On a related note, the egg sizes in the Metro Manila markets are a disgrace! Boxes marked “LARGE” have puny eggs. Up end the box and see how much free space there is in that egg pocket.

    Hmn, which came first do you think? The chicken problem or the egg problem.

    Jun 6, 2008 | 4:35 pm

     
  7. bernadette says:

    I was pecked by one of the turkeys of our neighbor…on the butt! I was 8 or 9 years old and I can still recall it was sooo painful! It traumatized me a lot that i wouldn’t even go with my mom when she would visit this neighbor. Even if they would cajol me with ice cream—no way!

    Jun 6, 2008 | 5:51 pm

     
  8. edel says:

    turkeys from my childhood were quite tame compared to the goose!

    also, my aunt who raised turkeys, geese & other fowl had this creative idea of coloring the fowls feathers in shades of pink, yellow, green & orange

    back to turkey- i remember my aunt making a tinola out of it aside from the usual fried & roast turkey

    Jun 6, 2008 | 6:21 pm

     
  9. Roberto Vicencio says:

    They are not so aggressive when they are being deep-fried in peanut oil.

    Jun 6, 2008 | 7:56 pm

     
  10. zena says:

    Turkeys scare me! Being chased in the province by 2 big ones had me running for the stairs in the door. Didn’t wait to find out if they could climb the stairs too. =)

    Jun 6, 2008 | 8:09 pm

     
  11. Tricia says:

    Enteng, I knew it was pabo before I learned it’s Turkey in English!

    My mom always warned us as kids not to go near the pabo in the farm because it’s delikado. hehehe

    Jun 6, 2008 | 10:43 pm

     
  12. chunky says:

    i don’t like a-n-y-t-h-i-n-g that will chase and peck me,living or dead, period! :-)

    Jun 6, 2008 | 11:27 pm

     
  13. presentacion says:

    my encounter with turkey is always when i roast one during special occasions, it usually comes frozen ready to be marinated after thawing in the ref for sometime… stuffed then roasted for 3 to 4 hours depending on its size then some gravy is made from its drippings… always tasty.

    Jun 8, 2008 | 6:20 pm

     
  14. Cori says:

    At first I thought that these attacks were amusing! My daughter was accosted by a few but by the grace of God they didn’t attack her. I guess they were content to watch her stand there. When a car finally came (after 30-45 min.) they were distracted & she ran.

    Jul 31, 2008 | 1:03 pm

     
  15. laine says:

    my brother and i grew up with my dad’s turkeys in the the lawn. imagine imagine our hearts throbbing in fear everytime we had to go out and play!

    Dec 30, 2008 | 4:29 pm

     
 

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