Turkeys, turkeys, turkeys

... Here Herman, here Herman ...

from the SilverStringers

They're getting close enough and frequent enough these days that we've given them each a name. Of course we can't tell one from the other, so we just yell out, "Turkey, Turkey, Turkey", and they sometimes come running. Just like my grandmother's chickens ...

See? This one is named "Herman".

There used to a flock of eight; I suspect a few financially-depraved families have been enjoying an early Thanksgiving dinner. Eh?

November 1, 2013

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