Running into these creatures often is yet another reminder that my address is in the Middle of Nowhere, the Great North.

This particular instance was quite amusing: from far away, some observers thought that these turkeys charged at me, as I tried to photograph them. Instead, they ran toward the tree in the first image every time the resident squirrel above knocked a few berries down onto the ground. It was tempting to suggest that they were working together...until I walked beneath the branches myself only to have that same squirrel hit me in the forehead with a berry or two.

What can I say? Good aim, squirrel! Good catch, turkeys!