Crusin’ with my friends can be rather frustrating, especially when it comes to gate or fence hopping.
The turkeys cross at the same section one by one, waiting patiently for their turn and waiting rather impatiently for all to make it to the other side.
They cluck, sing, whistle and chirp encouragement to get the ball on the roll.
They have a code that “No turkey is left behind” except for me…I am on my own to catch up or go home.
Great—more fence jumpers. I either need to get in shape or find new friends.