Months ago, a neighbor called to ask if I might take some photo’s of wild baby turkeys (turkettes?) who had wandered off a neighboring farm and into their back yard. My timing wasn’t right at that time – no success.
Eventually, the turkey family made its way onto their porch and then moved on through the neighborhood, and finally, they came to my house for a visit.
Afternoon tea on the back terrace:
Thereafter, they have been seen on the roads and visiting other yards.
My cousin decided this sign was appropriate. The neighbors agreed.
And apparently turkeys can read. Not that they need a sign…