Rural Central Pennsylvania is different! On my recent visit to my brother's house, I woke one morning to the sound of turkeys. Bob and Brenda don't own any turkeys so I was confused until he told me that his neighbor owns turkeys.
These are free-range turkeys in the truest sense of the word, in that they range the neighborhood, searching for the random bird seed dropped from Brenda's feeders. How they discovered this treasure from across the road and down a way is beyond me.
Bob and Brenda rescued a duck from a grandchild who really loved it as a duckling, but not so much when it started doing grown-up duck things. They installed it, strangely named Duck Brown, in the pen with their goat (told you it was rural) and the two have become fast friends.
Goaty-Goat is one-of-a-kind. He loves the duck, but hates Brenda and will come after her should she dare to enter his terrain. Another of Brenda's loves is cats, and she's succumbed to the need to care for all the feral cats in the neighborhood, feeding around 30 at last count. I remember when I was small we had lots of "barn cats" as we called them. We'd occasionally pour them a bowl of milk but their diet consisted of mice, rats, birds, or anything they'd scavenge. Not good enough for Brenda, she provides two daily meals and even warms milk replacer for the runts of the litters.
Well, I guess if those eyes were gazing beseechingly at me, I might just accidentally drop a bag of cat food in my cart... Love the country!