It's a normal Sunday afternoon. Someone's at the door. Emma runs breathlessly to tell me there's a bunch of turkeys out there. I thought maybe the mischievous teenage boys from two doors down were setting off firecrackers under our car again.
She insists it's stranger than that.
Our next door neighbor had a big hen and several young "goblettes" in his yard.
As we sat in the grass and watched, two more of the noisy ruffians sneaked past us in our own front yard! There are 9 altogether, and they are going up to actual doorsteps and peering in windows. If it wasn't a hen, I guess we'd have to report a Peeping Tom.
This neighborhood is just going to the birds.