tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16793872.post8716950810246314097..comments2009-07-10T05:46:13.376-07:00David Ockerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03468370745653879674noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16793872.post-48877009861328872622009-07-10T05:46:13.376-07:002009-07-10T05:46:13.376-07:00After a while he moved down the street and hung out at the house of <a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0835393/" rel="nofollow">this person</a>. We saw him trying to cross the street a few times - probably in search of a good looking hen. We heard later that he had been hit by a car and picked up by animal control. <br /><br />I would guess that they taste more like turkey. Wild turkey.dockerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03468370745653879674noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16793872.post-13517287937254141572009-07-10T00:57:24.065-07:002009-07-10T00:57:24.065-07:00<b> <i> When we moved to Pasadena there was a peacock living on our new property. We named him Mister P. He lasted about a year.</i></b> <br /><br />and what happened? You eat him? I hear they taste like chicken.Red Zebrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14863499116207117336noreply@blogger.com