I walked toward the greenhouse and spotted something brown in our field.  Could it be...turkeys?  Dan mentioned they liked to hang out there, but I'd never gotten close enough to get a good look.  I quickly and stelthily ran through the greenhouse ducking behind blackberry bushes and carefully poked out the other side with my camera.  There they were, eating away.  There were a dozen of them!  I'd never greeted wild turkeys from this close before.  I love the country.  Predictably they didn't like me, though.  All of them trotted off to keep a good distance away each time I advanced.  But they sure were pretty.  After I'd scared them enough for one day I ran back home and left them to their field.

Anyone for wild thanksgiving dinner?