The turkeys are busy these days — lots of prancing, running laps in the yard, fanning out their feathers and gobbling.
Recently, Leo and I encountered this trio that was talking back and forth with another group across the street.
Parked in between them, in the middle of the street, was a guy in an SUV. When I squinted at him, to see what he was up to, he proudly held up his turkey call.
I imagined him arriving late to work, explaining, “I had to visit with the turkeys.”
Life in Minnesota.