You know you’ve moved out to the cut when you look out your living room window and see a gang of wild turkeys guarding the hillside.
Previous to yesterday the last (and only time) I ran into some Wild Turkey was during a really long night at the Red Room in San Francisco (RIP!) circa 1998.
The times are a changing …
Anyhoo, I’m starting to feel less guilty about keeping Tabs inside, because these birds were 1.) huge (I’m guessing at least three times the size of an overweight tabby cat with a low-hanging tummy) and 2.) looked like they meant business — like they’d chase you down and eff up your shins if you got in their mix.