We were invited to Judy and Ray’s Thanksgiving dinner near Plum Cove. Eight birds entered the back yard and Tom and I went outside to take photos, but the turkeys headed for the woods. That may be because Tom was wearing a cook’s apron, which scared the daylights out of them. Later, when I saw them travel around the other side of the house, a took a few shots thru the windows. I call this one: “The Turkey we didn’t eat.” The meal was delicious, and the guest of honor was a neighbor 100 years old.