Suburban living is pretty predictable. Sunday paper, trash and recycling on Thursdays. Out the kitchen window you might see a car passing, your neighbor with a leaf blower, kids waiting for the school bus, a woman jogging.
And then one day you look out that same window to see this:
Am I the only idiot who didn't realize turkeys could fly? Probably.
We see wild turkeys often in our area. But never so... high up. They're usually content to stay close to the ground. And this was quite a large clan. Herd. Gaggle. Google? Whatever a group of many jive turkeys is called.
Tony was home to see this. I was at work and he sent me one of these pictures with the text:
"Dinner will be ready when you get home. Thanksgiving dun' come early!"