“Don’t mind me. As you can see I’m walking farther and farther away from the cat food dish . . so there’s no need to pay any attention to harmless little ole’ me . . . as I circle around your campsite . . . and slowly move closer and closer to the cat food from the other side . . . and gobble gobble gobble . . .”
And then just as they approach the catfood dish I have to get up and scream.
“GET THE HELL OUT OF HERE YOU GODDAMN TURKEY!!”
And they go running down the hill. Only to repeat the routine all over again.
I swear. They have brains the size of peas.