Driving home from work in early November, I was electrified to see a flock of wild turkeys milling in the front yard of a house in my small town. Enchanted, I circled the block and took photos. They'd noticed both the car and the small child emerging from the front door of the house, and began streaming out of the yard. They ran around my idling car, over the sidewalk opposite and vanished around the corner of the nearest house. Bemused, I drove on, careful to avoid the trick-or-treaters running through the streets. Weird year.
Thanksgiving gratitude for a four-day weekend, a hairy dog, and the ability of wildlife to show up in unexpected places.