So we’re walking our cherished rescue mutt Ellie B aka Dogamous Pyle on the block that hold our Cape Cod rental, and she hears it before we see it.
Down the far-side lawns struts a turkey.
My dear wife Karen and I assumed it was wild, but perhaps it is someone’s pet. It did not seem afraid of any of the three of us, following us for several houses before disappearing to wherever turkeys go in Cape Cod.
No turkeys on Cape Cod as far as I can see, Mark.
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You might have one running around your beach, Ann. You never know.
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Turkey flip flops. Made my day MBM. 🙂
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That would be so great, MBC.
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so funny, I’ll bet the turkey is on vacation too, judging my his/her demeanor –
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All it was missing was flip-flops, Beth.
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🦃 😎
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