Turkey

Here's a common autumnal sight here at WoodenBoat and surrounds--one that makes us lay down our rabbet planes and shop aprons to don square-toed buckle shoes and high black hats, and take to the fields with muskets. I counted eleven, but I heard someone outside my door say eighteen. (The image, appropriately, is cropped, for the colleagues of these three birds were darting about, and all blurry.) The flock seems to grow each year.