Friday, December 26, 2008

A Wild Turkey Christmas

The parents' lovely property is under siege. A gang of wild turkeys lives in the neighborhood, and passes through once or twice a day, begging for change and smoking cigarettes.

I refer to them as "The Harbingers of Death," because they are a little skinny this winter, so look more like buzzards or vultures.

It's a little scary to wake up and find a faux vulture staring in the sliding glass. They are relentless! Shoo, you Harbingers of Death!


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