This would, in fact, be Bernard the Juvenile Turkey. The caption accompanying this picture tells me that "his shadow is as big as he thinks he is". I suspect that Bernard is older and wiser now, though I haven't heard from him lately, and in deference to his continued good health I'm planning to have lasagna this year for Thanksgiving dinner (a long-standing tradition of the O. Sharp household in any event, even back when I wasn't personally acquainted with any turkeys).
But it's not me.