Yup. It’s turkey season. No, not the time of year when we sit in our lawn and watch morons go by. The time of year when we dress like morons…

and sit in the woods…

and watch absolutely nothing go by except lots of poop…

while we make turkey gobbling noises for no apparent reason. It turns out my husband and I were striking our turkey calls and waiting for a response, only to discover back at the car that we were actually answering each others’ calls. I never said we were good at this. I did find at least one turkey though, but I bet it’s gonna be a tough bird.