Fearsome Friday – Meleagrisphobia

A Turkey.

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Ah, Black Friday, the day after Thanksgiving where my aunts, female cousins and I would bravely take to the mall in search of bargains. The men in my family and my mother (who hated shopping) would settle down for a day of leftovers and naps.

I hope everyone in the US had a lovely thanksgiving and are not out get trampled by crazed shoppers, a few of which I might just be related to.

So what is Meleagrisphobia?

It is an extreme fear of turkeys and it usually stems from getting chased or otherwise frightened by a turkey at some point in childhood. I have an extreme dislike for chickens after falling into my great uncle’s coup at a young age. I can’t say that it crosses over to the extreme fear of them but I do understand where a person could develop a fear of something like a turkey.

Do you know anyone who fears turkeys?



About Billie Jo Schinnerer

Born and raised on the edge of the Helderberg Escarpment in eastern New York. Formerly a teacher. Moved to the North West area of England in 2003. Now a mother of three who doesn’t really know what she wants to be when she grows up.
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5 Responses to Fearsome Friday – Meleagrisphobia

  1. pattisj says:

    No, don’t know anyone with a fear of turkeys, that I’m aware of, anyway. More afraid of those crazed shoppers! lol

  2. Robin Hawke says:

    I fear cooking turkeys on Thanksgiving, but love to cook one the week after. Robin

  3. Hannah Glover says:

    When I was younger I was taken to a kiddie farm where you could pet and feed different animals. None the wiser and very young I tried to stroke a turkey, it pecked me and took a chunk of my thumb, now i cannot stand to hear or see a live turkey, even if they’re animated it freaks me out 😖

  4. Kelsey says:

    I was 11 when I became terrified of them. On a hiking trail with my family, me running around like I would normally. In a flash, a wild turkey comes out of the trees. Leaves a nasty cut, now a scar, on my leg. So yeah, can’t stand the pound or to see a living turkey. Doesn’t matter how far away, I see it or hear it , I’m gone.

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