Saturday morning, I saw our local crazy clan of tom turkeys wandering across the street to pick at bugs and make that annoying gobble noise.
The mail truck stopped by that particular complex, and when it went to take off again, one of the turkeys actually started chasing it, and continued after it!
Crazy things happen here.
The mail truck stopped by that particular complex, and when it went to take off again, one of the turkeys actually started chasing it, and continued after it!
Crazy things happen here.



the year before I started there, but Tom could usually be found either down by the lake or up in "his" tree in front of the library. You did not want to mess with him. (He died my senior year; beaten with sticks and a police baton(?!) by a bunch of middle school kids from town
.)


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