At least here in the Mayberry of SoCali, Fallbrook. This is what we woke to to this morning. This is just outside my music room window at like 6am Then, Sarge took over. She spoils birds rotten. She started throwing them bread broken into small pieces, and they very willfully followed her down to the patio area We wrangled them, and called the neighbor. Sarge has been talking to them for months. They live on the hill up above us, with a fairly broad span of open land between us. Sarge will go out and feed the birds bread and seed, and give a turkey gobble up to thehm, and they dutifully reply, every time. Sarge was dreading that they were, well, going to be eaten for T-Day. It turns out, they're family pets, and won't be eaten. Sarge was elated. Its too funny that they knew right where to come, after all of their turkey talk over the months.