This summer, we started seeing a new neighbor lurking around our streets and yards. The first time we spotted him, he was running down Park Ave with a trail of paparazzi on their cell phones snapping pictures behind him. The next time, I walked out my door and saw his head poking above our car. After that, we got used to seeing him around. We all did. The whole neighborhood welcomed him, naming them after one of our streets. He roosted in a large tree off East Ave. He frequented all the bird feeders around here. He was commonly seen after the sun came up and after rains, because the ground was ripe for pecking. Or whatever turkeys do.
It is on this day, that I feel the need to honor our neighborhood turkey.
Please don’t eat him if you see him.
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