I have mixed feelings about the wild turkeys that visit. They have been known to peck at the ground-level windows of my house with such vehemence that I could easily envisage a flock of turkeys promenading around the living room. But my heart went out to the turkey I watched being murdered by a coyote a couple of weeks back--right outside of my vegetable garden.
I'm thankful I wasn't that turkey. And no, I'm not having turkey for dinner today.
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