Here’s one of those experiences that makes me happy to be living in the sticks: Earlier in the week, Chareva looked out our dining-room window and told me she could see a couple of turkeys in our side field. I grabbed a camera and went out to get a shot, sneaking up as close as I could without spooking them.
She could see two turkeys from the window, but there actually a dozen of them milling around in the field.
I don’t know why seeing turkeys on the land makes me happy, but it does — and I haven’t even taken up hunting yet.
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