This happened just now and I’m not kidding. A Wild Turkey just walked up to my front door and started gobbling with excitement. Maybe, Ol’ Tom thinks he’s late for Thanksgiving. Or, maybe he is just dying to express his Thanksgiving for being late. For whatever his reason, he couldn’t have timed his visit more perfectly to the air of gratitude. It used to be that I’d be chasing the turkey around this time of year. Sort of funny that things have changed to the point that now he comes and rings the doorbell. Here’s Thanksgiving for Wild Turkey!