Freud would probably say that there are times when a hand-turkey is just a hand-turkey.
Freud, however, isn’t writing this post.
Would this kind of plumage only work on a domesticated bird? (What kind of ecosystem would make such wild feathers an advantage for any bird but one widely recognized to be yucky tasting?)
Are turkeys capable of self-awareness? If so, how does this one feel about the fact that his feet look so much like the fork stuck in his fallen comrade?
Is a hand-turkey whose head is not on the hand’s thumb a mutant strain? Or is the hand-turkey like Mickey Mouse, whose ears stay in the plane of the page whether Mickey is full-face or profile? (Would this mean that there’s a common ancestor Mickey Mouse shares with hand-turkeys that might explain this common trait?)
We’re still trying to figure out the connection between this purportedly alien creature and Thanksgiving. Any hunches?
Somebody’s ovaries just came on line. Eight year old going on nine year old girls, that curious mix of romanticism and gleeful ick.
Thanksgiving was first celebrated by aliens, wasn’t it?
And the plumage – blame sexual selection. And use that as an excuse to look at lots of photos of birds of paradise.
Bob