Twelve O'Clock High...

This morning I saw a flight of about twenty-five turkeys--perhaps five full-grown adults and twenty juveniles--pass overhead at a height of fifty feet.

First time I've ever seen that. A flock of turkeys. Flying. Twenty-five. Fifty feet up.

Admittedly, they cheated. They launched themselves from the hilltop where the cell phone towers are, and lost about 150 vertical feet as they flapped by overhead on their way down to the spring in the middle of the blackberry thicket.

Nevertheless. Big birds.