Although we are used to Mr. and Mrs. Cardinal who come back to us every spring and the not-so-brave bunnies who scamper when I go out to get the morning newspaper, we don’t have a lot of wildlife in our small yard. 

However, of late we have some new visitors.  A family of wild turkeys now comes marching through pretty much daily.  Yesterday, all five were hunting for breakfast bugs in our front yard.  One of the “children” seems to have a limp, but gets around on its own. 

I have heard that you don’t want to confront wild turkeys.  I also have seen evidence that they pretty much decimated a neighbor’s garden.  But Peter’s irreverent comment, “Do we have room in the freezer?” aside, it is kind of fun to watch them.

This morning, I didn’t see them.  I started to worry.  And then I realized that I have enough to worry about.  I don’t need to add turkeys to the list.