{"id":2997,"date":"2011-10-07T22:55:16","date_gmt":"2011-10-08T04:55:16","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/atalantarising.surly.org\/?p=2997"},"modified":"2011-10-07T22:55:16","modified_gmt":"2011-10-08T04:55:16","slug":"flock-friday","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/atalantarising.surly.org\/?p=2997","title":{"rendered":"Flock Friday"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>Just a little something lighthearted to hopefully bring some smiles.<\/p>\n<p>When I have gone turkey hunting in the past, I have sat for hours in the woods, waiting eagerly for a chance to see a flock of turkeys.  So far unsuccessfully.  Yet at the ranch, wild turkeys are like pigeons.  They don&#8217;t even bother to get their feathers in a knot when people are around.  I decided to hit these turkeys up for a little conversation last Friday, to see if I had anything respectable for a call, and the chance spook up a tom and get him gobbling was pretty exciting.  <\/p>\n<p>However&#8230;they were completely unimpressed.<br \/>\n<object type=\"application\/x-shockwave-flash\" width=\"400\" height=\"300\" data=\"http:\/\/www.flickr.com\/apps\/video\/stewart.swf?v=71377\" classid=\"clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000\"><param name=\"flashvars\" value=\"intl_lang=en-us&#038;photo_secret=04f3278c98&#038;photo_id=6222111462\"><\/param><param name=\"movie\" value=\"http:\/\/www.flickr.com\/apps\/video\/stewart.swf?v=71377\"><\/param><param name=\"bgcolor\" value=\"#000000\"><\/param><param name=\"allowFullScreen\" value=\"true\"><\/param><embed type=\"application\/x-shockwave-flash\" src=\"http:\/\/www.flickr.com\/apps\/video\/stewart.swf?v=71377\" bgcolor=\"#000000\" allowfullscreen=\"true\" flashvars=\"intl_lang=en-us&#038;photo_secret=04f3278c98&#038;photo_id=6222111462\" height=\"300\" width=\"400\"><\/embed><\/object><br \/>\nYou can even see them talking quietly amongst each other saying; &#8220;awwwwkward&#8230;Just pretend you don&#8217;t see her.&#8221;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Just a little something lighthearted to hopefully bring some smiles. When I have gone turkey hunting in the past, I have sat for hours in the woods, waiting eagerly for a chance to see a flock of turkeys. So far unsuccessfully. Yet at the ranch, wild turkeys are like pigeons. They don&#8217;t even bother to [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-2997","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-uncategorized"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/atalantarising.surly.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2997","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/atalantarising.surly.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/atalantarising.surly.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/atalantarising.surly.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/2"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/atalantarising.surly.org\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=2997"}],"version-history":[{"count":21,"href":"https:\/\/atalantarising.surly.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2997\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":3018,"href":"https:\/\/atalantarising.surly.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2997\/revisions\/3018"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/atalantarising.surly.org\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=2997"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/atalantarising.surly.org\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=2997"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/atalantarising.surly.org\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=2997"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}