My sister, the ornithologist, once had a field job that involved driving past a turkey farm early in the morning. She said the team would start their mornings by gobbling at the sleeping turkeys, then driving away, laughing at the gobbles that echoed behind them from the shocked-awake turkeys. This guy is discovering their joy.


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