It’s hard to get anything done when there’s a wild turkey street carnival going on all day everyday in the clearing around the house. Soon as the dense fog burned off mid-morning, there they were. I counted 22, which is the usual cohort. They run around, jump up in the air and chest bump, dance, sidle, and spook the deer.
Best of all, they gladden my heart.
Hope all you folks on the blizzardy eastern seaboard stay warm and safe this weekend.
The chain-link fence gate isn’t a “wire,” but how not to think of Leonard Cohen when you look at that bird, in all its magnificent absurdity?