The wild turkey's are back and they're pissed!

The day after Thanksgiving, a group of eight, greasy looking, over-sized, brazen buzzards were spotted strolling down my street. Of course, they took the liberty of making a prolonged pit stop in my front yard.

Those birds scare the shit out of me. They stare at you with that look like they're going to take you down. No amount of pot banging gets them moving either. My former dog, the ferocious Bichon Frise, Dexter, was an expert wild turkey herder and the only one that could get them to move along.

I couldn't help but wonder, Why my front yard?

Did they hear that I off'ed two organic turkeys the day before? And to think...I thought that I was doing the right thing.