turkey lurkey doo and turkey lurkey dap...

In addition to a statue of its late town dog, La Conner also has its own flock of turkeys. I'm pretty sure they own the place. Some days I see them in front of our house. Sometimes they're strutting in a neighbor's front yard. The first week we were here I saw them at the baseball field. And then behind the grocery store. And then at the post office.

And then one day I saw them, shockingly, take flight! Having grown up solely appreciating the turkey as the iconic American Thanksgiving bird, I wasn't aware they could rise beyond the top of a dinner table, much less reach such a height without spending 4-5 hours roasting in an oven. I was therefore quite shocked when I suddenly found myself watching a live one rumble off for a nearby pine branch with all the stealth of a coal train. Having seen them fly I'm still not sure I believe it actually happened or could ever happen again. They're just not aerodynamic beings.

Anyway, our local birds have no regard for traffic, property lines or tourists. Today they were in front of our office, apparently doing some shopping on their lunch hour and displaying their distaste for parking regulations.

Off to more shopping. Notice the additional fowl finishing their leisurely stroll across the street.

I've always wanted to come back to earth as a dog, but maybe I've been wrong...these guys seem to have life dialed.