The General Himself
While sipping on my morning brew, I couldn't help but hear the ruckus. It was so loud that I was afraid it would disturb the Pres' sleep!
Peering out through the (much too fancy) glass insert on the front door, there it was....pacing back and forth...back and forth. Over and over...back and forth...again and again..letting out it's call periodically.
Trying to understand why it was behaving the way it was, I watched it pace nervously...back and forth...gobble, gobble, gobble...back and forth.
Chuckling to myself that he arrived a little early for Thanksgiving, my mind wandered back to last Winter. I thought about watching them perch on the partially fallen trees in the woods in search of berries. You see, if they attempted to land in the the deep snow, they wouldn't be able to get out.
Meanwhile my focus shifted to another window. It was then I spotted the rest of the crew, along with the General himself!
And this morning, wondering if the General himself will be parading around as he did the other day, I hear them "gobbling up a storm" again.. Apparently we have what it takes to keep them fat, healthy and happy...fence and all.
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