Wild Turkeys

I sat down on the couch to finally get down to working on a story, when I heard:

scrabble scrabble scrabble mmm mmm scrabble
hrk! scrabble mmm hrk! hrk!
th-thup    th-thup-thup
hrk!

through the window across the room.

What?

I dashed to the window and carefully pulled the curtain back to avoid scaring whatever was making the noise.

About twenty wild turkeys were milling around on the driveway between my truck and the closed gate. One by one, they flapped to the highest point on the fence, mmm'd a few times, then flailed to the ground on the other side. They regrouped at the end of the driveway and crossed the street en masse.

I've lived here for over twenty years and never seen turkeys in the neighborhood.

One thing I noticed: no gobbling. Whether wild turkeys don't gobble, or they just weren't in the mood, I don't know. Sounds like a little research is in order.