Sometime mid-summer we were visited by a handful of wild turkeys who wandered across the back yard, into the neighbors', and on off down the side of the mountain not to be seen again.  Knowing how weird enthusiastic I am about unexpected wildlife sightings, when Aidan spotted them coming down the drive today he told me I better get my camera.  I don't generally need to be told twice so I grabbed it and got out front in time to see the last one waddle past.  

Turning on my heel I beelined through the house again.  When I got out the back door there was a gobble….overhead.  Not a turkey in sight.  Another gobble.  Then I looked up to see several crepey necked fowl peeking over the gutter.  

Coming around the house I saw the last one climbing the garage roof…. where he joined the other ten.  

A few flew into the trees.  The rest crept along the shingles til one inspired the rest with a noble, if less than graceful, flight over the trees towards the base flight line.  Pretty sure they didn't reach the runway.  In fact gravity likely landed them in the farm pasture at the bottom of the hill.  

It was impressive none the less.