The other day, I heard Harper stirring awake from his nap, so I wrapped up some work in our adjacent bedroom while he woke up. Suddenly I heard him bolt up in his crib and shout, "Turkeys! Get down!"

What the?

This is what I discovered when I went into his bedroom.

Our neighbor's turkeys had wandered over into our backyard, climbed up the two flights of stairs to our top deck, perched themselves on the railing, and couldn't figure out how to get down. They paced nervously back and forth despite Harper's clear instructions to "Jump down! Now!" Eventually all three sort of leapt/flew up to the roof. They are not the most intelligent animals.

I think they sense that their days are numbered, and they're getting desperate. Still, I'll be a little sad to not see them anymore when we return from our long weekend.

Happy Thanksgiving!