Early today, working on NYC time, I was on a conference call discussing a long list of complicated security upgrades to a client’s website; this soon after my coffee, it was difficult. I paced around the yard while I talked, as is my habit, and heard a tapping on the window.
Teri was there, making chicken-dance sort of gestures and pointing out to the orchard behind me. I looked for a moment, but started losing track of the fascinating discussion of SQL injection prevention and SSL certificate implementation and had to wave a “later” to her.
Once I was off the call, Teri told me that the wild turkeys were back in our yard – we’ve spotted them almost every morning, but never managed to get close enough to photograph them. There are several adults, and a bunch of babies that I can usually only detect by their effect on the tall grasses. Finally got some photos of the adults, unlikely-looking creatures that our neighbor aptly describes as “flying bowling balls”: