I speak Turkey you know?

I realized this whilst visiting a tree farm years ago. We were picking up a Christmas tree and I cam across a large domestic turkey, in a stall, in the barn. He said something to me and without thinking I just said something back. I don’t know what was said but he replied with what I can only assume was profanity. So I, in turn, replied with what I thought might be profanity. It’s not really a “gobble gobble” at all. There’s no way to express the twists and turns of tongue against palate and measured puffs of air in a typed dialog. You would just have to hear it yourself. I just wish that I knew what I was saying. Maybe some day Amoreena…some day.