so I was just finishing my lunch and was walking back from the laundry room when something caught my eye. There were strange creatures standing in my driveway. Very tall, funny shaped, dark creatures. I stood there slightly gobsmacked for a bit. I soon realized that I was looking at turkeys. Not white, industrially farmed turkeys, but black majestic turkeys heritage type turkeys. It was a tom and hen with 5 little babies following behind. Well, little they were probably 20 lbs at least. I opened the door and one gobble wobble wobble gobbled at me. There is no way for the human language to actually replicate that noise. So I phoned Rob the neighbor naturally and said Rob, there are turkeys in my driveway. I looked up and saw Rob standing in the road and he said I see them, there are turkeys in your driveway. We both immediately thought of Carla, who lives on North Welcome Slough and is notorious for her free ranging pheasants and turkeys. At the identical moment, the UPS driver pulled into our driveway with our shipment of potato seed. He said I know whos turkeys those are, theyre Carlas shes been looking for them for days. So apparently the entire island has a grasp on Carlas poultry, except for poor Carla (yes, shes really an odd lady). We have managed to herd them into the garden and close the gate. Carla came to inspect and of course has no way of getting them home. Rob and I found every excuse to not go into the muddy mess to catch them. We assured her theyd just fly back on their own after a few days and theres nothing to worry about. After all, being locked in our garden is better than being ripped to shreds by coyotes. She has just finally arrived with some feed and a waterer for them. So, we have turkeys for the next few minutes, or possibly days. Who knows? I guess we should have made her an offer. They are apparently prolific breeders on their own. Said Turkeys: This is Rob and I trying to think of dozens of reasons why we can't catch the turkeys today before Carla arrives and asks us to catch her turkeys for her. We agreed that my recent surgery prohibited me from turkey catching and Rob's ... ummm... I think it was hip was bothering him. In the end, this is going to be my problem to solve. I'm going to be in there up to my waist in crappy mud catching turkeys trying to not get my eyeballs ripped out by them. And thus is my life.