Dino-chickens! I met a flock of American wild turkeys tonight at dusk, strolling down the lane. Ungainly in flight and swift afoot, they wanted little part of me. (I carried a hatchet with me to photograph them, just in case they decided to rush me, recalling the Attack of the Brookline Turkeys years ago, where their citified brethren forced me to do a dramatic impromptu rendition of the end of the Benny Hill Show.) Finally, I’ve seen the garrulous flock that’s been waking me up in the early morning hours this week. They seem to have made these woods their haunts for now, showing little fear of the scents of man — or faithful hound. (Taken with Instagram)