Wild Suburbia

This week, I've been driving a different route home from work. Less suburban blight and retail, more winding roads and colorful trees. Decompression, one would say. Today was the first day that I DIDN'T see a wild turkey somewhere along the way. And that made me a little sad. Even though they're becoming fairly common around here, I still enjoy seeing them.

My father caught one, once, with his bare hands, just to prove to the guys at the fish and game club that he could. Weirdness runs deep in my family, obviously.