Today’s post is dedicated to turkeys.
Not the kind you eat for Thanksgiving, but rather the wild variety that runs all over the island.
This morning we woke up to a gaggle of turkeys (is it officially a gaggle when a group of turkeys congregates?). They were all over the yard and the deck and then one flew up on the roof.
If you didn’t know that a turkey can fly… they can. Or rather perform some sort of hop, skip, and a jump in the air. And if you don know how the turkey crossed the road… well let me just say that they walk. Slowly.
What a quintessential Connection on the Vineyard the week of Thanksgiving.
Gobble. Gobble.
More tomorrow,
Jamie
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