Shortly after John left for work this morning there was a phone call from him warning me that it was "dangerous out there." There was black ice everywhere, streets that looked like merely wet asphalt in the sun were actually coated with sheets of ice. So I stayed put.
Actually, to be more precise, I went out and played with the dogs on a nearby hill.
I usually make them be quiet when they bark madly through the window by the front door.
But this time they were barking at two men in black, carrying guns, peering up the driveway where the turkeys had hurried off. I let the dogs bark because it's not a bad thing for your dogs to dislike armed men in front of your house, right?
Well, they were police officers. I've known for a long time that, besides keeping the peace, the local police are charged with lowering the turkey population. I've just never seen them in action. Would they shoot into my yard?