No, folks, this is not about U.S. Senators–I mean real turkeys. Wild turkeys! Five of ’em–a tom (almost as big as a person) and four females–parading down the sidewalk on the main street of my home town, in the heart of suburban New Jersey: and then they crossed the street to visit the nativity scene at St. Francis Church. These are wilderness creatures, and this town is not the wilderness. It could hardly have been much more unlikely to see a herd of wildebeest.
What does this mean? Beats me. It was the kind of thing that happens in Bell Mountain. I have no idea what will come next… but I have a feeling it’ll be wonderful.