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We were out for a normal walk through Cataloochee Ski when suddenly everyone went on high alert.
The Queen took up the cry for everyone to get to their battle stations.
Kiska followed the command and was ready for anything.
Just our resident turkey family with all 12 chicks walking the slopes of the ski resort.
Frankie, you can now get out of your battle station of directly under the hu-dad’s feet.
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