Yesterday we went out to the big world to pick up our mail. Since it’s about a two-hour round trip, we only get to the post office once or twice a week. We have a PO drawer, not a PO box. The drawer is big. Once last summer I was leaving the post office with a huge pile of mail in my arms. As I got to the door, a man approached from outside and opened it for me. He gawked at the enormous amount of stuff I had, so I said to him, “Don’t worry. I left some for you.”
As we returned home, we saw a herd (bunch? batch? wad? gaggle? heap?) flock of what must have been a hundred wild turkeys! They were spread out in a loosely-structured line that must have been a couple of hundred feet long. Some of the toms were in full display, with their tails forming a big fan and the rest of the feathers all over their bodies standing on end. I wonder what that feels like? Do they get goose bumps? Turkey bumps? I’ll have to look that up.