And now for something completely different

We all have turkeys in our lives... although in our case, they are actual toms and hens.  They roost in the oaks behind the house, root around the garden, then fly onto the roof and into the front yard every afternoon.

Then they play poker and smoke cigars in the neighbor's yard until he calls the cops.  Actually, I don't know what they do after they leave our yard.  All I know is that they scratch up mass quantities of bark onto the pavestones, which Zoë and I then have to sweep back into the yard. This is nature's way of keeping us busy.

Charming of one of the little beasties to leave a souvenir on the deck just prior to launch...don't blink or you'll miss it.