…And How We and the Turkeys Survived
The day the turkeys arrived, the leaves were just turning color and the sky was a beautiful, bright autumn blue. One male and a female strutted around our backyard like they had lived there all of their lives. Their gobbling made a pleasant backdrop to my day. After a couple of hours they had moved on.
The next day they had taken up residence on our patio. The female was hunkered down and the tom circled her protectively. It was cute and amusing. Don’t disturb the turkeys, I told my dog Zeke when I let him out. He was old and arthritic, his wildlife chasing days long gone. He gave the turkeys a glance before heading off to his preferred morning spot.
As Zeke hunkered down, the toms head whipped in his direction with his snood, the fleshy bit hanging down over his beak, swaying. When Zeke turned to head back to the house the tom began strutting his way, slowly at first and then picking up speed, gobbling madly. Zeke scurried inside. The tom flared his tail and we stared at each other through the glass. Note to self, I thought. Look for wildlife removal information.
Day three of the turkey standoff was cold and gray. I was just starting to wake up when I heard someone knocking on the back door. My cat Iggy was standing at the sliding door with his nose pressed against the glass. His back was arched and his fur was puffed up. He was nose to beak with the male turkey and what I thought was friendly knocking was the tom pecking at the glass, clearly and precisely aiming for Iggys face. Iggy yowled. The tom backed off a step or two. He opened his tail in all of its magnificence and charged the door, lifting his leg and scraping its bony spur across the glass. Later that morning, the tom chased my husband and Zeke around the house. Clearly, something had to be done.
There is a lot of wildlife removal information on the Internet. Most of the websites claim that wild turkeys are cautious birds and that it is easy to scare them away with noise, tennis balls, or squirt guns. Clearly our tom was not aware of this. All of our efforts only annoyed him and the female ignored us completely. I called a local wildlife removal company and left a message for, ironically, Tom.
Day four. The turkeys looked in the back window like they were trying to figure out how to get rid of us so they could move in. Taking Zeke out or going to our cars required a full-fledged battle plan including diversions and defensive weapons, also known as brooms.
Tom, the wildlife expert, returned my call, but apparently removing turkeys is not worth the effort. While Tom could charge us lots of money to come out, trap the turkeys, and move them somewhere else, the chances were good that by the time they had finished their preparations, the turkeys would have moved somewhere else on their own. Even the wildlife management company had a recent turkey problem. A flock of about fifty took up residence in their back lot. The employees parked on the street in front and after a week or two the turkeys were gone.
So we hunkered down and waited. Sure enough, by the end of the week the turkeys were no longer on our patio. For a few more days wed catch a glimpse of them on the edge of the property, and then they were gone and the brooms returned to the closet. Sometimes the best wildlife management is simply patience. If you’re not as lucky as we were with your pest removal, wildlife removal atlanta worked great with us when we had a rat infestation. They had great customer service and most importantly, their experts safely and humanely remove nuisance wildlife from your home.