“Good to know cause I’m the next head turkey. I’ll just observe what not to do from you, shall I?” She replied,Copper ignored Slate, instead glaring at Bessy. “I am higher than you, dumpy.” He said, his face a threatening bright red.
“I’ll have ya know I was once Head Turkey of this flock, and should be treated as such!” Copper gobbled. He looked about ready to hop down from his high perch and pick a fight.
Thorn cocked her head. “I don’t mind it.” She said dismissively.
Thorn started to walk through the snow, flicking her large beak back and forth, trying to find something edible under the great expanse of whiteness.