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Here's a Challenge! idea sent in by JenEllen -- Gobbler's Gone For Good: Cemetery Turkey Is Laid To Rest - Death Is Not Due To Fowl Play -- (Spokane, WA) When a tom turkey strutted onto a cemetery just before Thanksgiving, people figured he was either a farm escapee trying to avoid ending up the centerpiece of a holiday dinner ir a wild bird just passing through.  But the bird that became known as Martin A Gobbler remained for good, and he hardly overstayed his welcome.  The turkey - eventually determined to be wild - took up residence for seven months, adding unsuspected levity to graveside services.  The gobbler also attracted gawkers who came to see him chase cars in the parkinglot and fend off the ducks who invaded what he considered his turf.  Martin died June 24th, and got a farewell fit for a creature far higher on the food chain.  The bird, believed to be around a year old, was found dead on the grounds with no obvious signs of trauma.  The memorial drew about 50 people and featured an altar, photo, and flowers with an attached note "Your gobble will be missed."  The turkey's cremated remains are stored in a small blue urn in the office of the funeral director while they plan to incorporate them into a monument featuring a bronze turkey statue placed near the office entrance.  The cemetery owner believes Martin's biggest burden in life was his apparent inability to find a mate.  Staff never saw a hen on the grounds, and Martin's flamboyant displays of strutting and pecking car tires were merely for human consumption.  "He didn't enjoy his life of celibacy at all" stated the groundskeeper  "He would get all fluffed up and parade around here like he owned the place.  He was trying to attract a mate and there were none to attract."


Do They Reunite Turkeys In Heaven? by Amos
(Tune: As I Walked Out One Fair May Morning/John Reilly)

After I died, one fair June morning,
And left the earth, left all my care,
Wandered through a star-lit tunnel,
Saw old friends, awaiitng me there!

I saw my Turkey Mom a-calling
On the cloud banks white and blue,
"Though they've had my legs and gizzard,
My Higher Bird is here, with you!"

Then I saw my old friend Violet
A hen I'd known in Finchingfield
"I was struck down in my prime, Tom,
And my body made to yield"

We strolled in endless celebration,
Down the radiant halls of light;
And soon I met my childhood buddy
Fruita's famous Headless Mike.

Another sweetheart soon I saw there,
Free'd from flesh and toil and pain,
"Although I screamed throughout my roasting,
Kay Martin's dinner screamed in vain."

But now we all are re-united,
Birds of feather, kith and kin
And when the Gaelic Goddess calls us
We gather round, and dance right in!!

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