As I look out my office window this dreary November morning, I'm greeted by turkeys. I count. A flock of 19 wild turkeys. Males with wing spreads strut. Sleek females group together. Slow. Slow they move through the grass. And then they are gone. Were they a mirage with Thanksgiving looming? No, a turkey or 2 often trots through our backyard bordering a pond. But this was drumstick galore. And I'm smiling.