When I was leaving this morning, around 8:30, I found a surprise. A Pre-Thanksgiving Turkey offensive, of sorts.
"There are eleven turkeys running around on our street," I say to my Mom, who's on the phone. "Oh my gosh, they're flying out of the tree!"
"Yeah, they're birds," she says sarcastically. "Call me later, when you're done taking pictures of the turkeys.
The weird thing is, it's 5:30 p.m. and THEY ARE STILL OUT THERE!.
"Those turkeys are crazy," exclaims Stefan. "They're on the neighbor's roof, huddled around the chimney."
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