Lest some of you, and you know who you are, are quick to label this a "Hair Wash Post," read on . . .
This is the field in front of my house:
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Last week I heard a noise outside the window and looked to see that it was full of wild turkeys. I counted a flock of 50. 50!!! I snuck out the back door and took a picture . . .
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And this is all I got. Apparently you can't sneak up on a flock of wild turkeys.
The only mistakes I regret are those I didn't learn from. ~Richard BransonIf there's a next time, I will endeavor to snap a photo through the window.
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