I can’t be sure of the story behind this fellow, but I was sitting waiting for Maggie in a square off one of the main streets in Chester and in the distance I heard this sound like a wild turkey; everyone around me was looking, wondering what it was … and again the sound; it was this sort of crazy cackling – warbling noise. It just kept getting closer.
Finally this fellow sprinted past, looping back he returned to leap up and down, flapping his elbows like he was trying to fly and yodeling out a wild turkey noise.
I couldn’t be sure whether he was serious or not. We locked gazes and I wondered if I was in for a pecking??? I only had time to snap this hurried picture and then he seemed distracted by something in the distance. Unexpectedly the turkeyman dashed off in a crazy zig zag sprint dodging between startled pedestrians, half crouched over, flapping and leaping, but in vain, everyone knows turkeys aren’t so graceful - in fact they barely fly. The last I heard of the warbler was his deranged turkey call fading in the distance.
Oh turkey man, from whence did you come and where did you go?
Does anyone know the deal?
Does he do this for money?
Is he a drama student?
Somebody who likes attention?
Just plain off his rocker?