Gobble Gobble

On Friday morning I was getting breakfast ready when I looked out the window and saw what I thought were some very slow, big birds walking in the empty lot next to us. Upon closer inspection, I saw that they were wild turkeys taking a morning stroll around the neighborhood. They waddled slowly across the lot and then crossed the street, puffing out their feathers. "I wonder where those turkeys are going?" I said to no one in particular. Hank answered, "Back to the barn." There were several other turkey sightings that day, and I still can't figure out where they were going. I thought Hank would be more impressed with the wildlife living right in our yard. "Isn't that funny that we saw turkeys?" I asked him. "No," he said, "When are we going to see a moose?"