One bright fall misty morning, Ping and I went out for a hack. While riding through some woods we popped over the crest of a hill. Suddenly, huge flapping brown blobs seemed to fly out of the trees from all directions like Dorothy's flying monkeys in the
Wizard of Oz! It seemed a flock of
melegris gallopavo (aka wild turkeys) were roosting up there -- taking both the old redhead and myself completely by surprise. I, having absolutely no presence of mind, stopped breathing. But the old Pingster just hunkered down for a moment before calmly walking on.
