Please, God. Not another snake.

This morning I heard a scraping noise like something crawling in the furnace ducts. I thought, "Whatever it is must be huge as it is making a lot of noise.  Oh, God! Please don't let it be a packrat, or worse yet, a big, nasty snake."  I listened intently, walking through the rooms trying to decide which part of the duct system it was moving within.  Then I realized it wasn't coming from the ducts at all, because it was the turkeys on the porch awning! Those big birds are really good flyers and very high minded.

At night the turkeys roost on the supports over the little chicken yard. I went in the other night to close the door on the chickens to protect them from the predators and one of those big white birds pooped on me. Apparently he had me confused with my older sister, Lois.  She is notarious for birds taking aim on her.  Even when there is only one bird in the sky, it will hit that target.

As for the turkeys, it is a good thing they are entertaining and good rodent and bug getters or they could be headed for the oven, regardless of previous Thanksgiving day pardons.