It's Turkey Time

I don't mean that in the Thanksgiving sense, I mean, I look out my window in the mornings and there are turkeys wondering around my front yard. I keep trying to tell them that this is a really bad time for them to be flaunting their stuff. Bret almost hit one of the turkeys on his bike the other day. I can't imagine how rugged he would have looked had he hit it, then tied a little rope around its neck and brought it home tossed over his shoulder.

The Turkeys have become so popular that they made it into the Oakland Tribune, you can read about it here.