Turkeys are a riot. In the morning, my son-in-law sits in his dining room and watches the sun rise. One morning he sent me a video of a herd (aka rafter) of turkeys waddling by his house. There were 34 of them! Well, I wanted to see that, but by the time I walked up the mountain, they were gone (boo hoo). At night I can hear turkey talk all over the mountain. This forest is a really loud place at night and I don't know who is louder, the turkeys or the bullfrogs.

I remembered my snake in the wall, cause my daughter has been sending me photos of snakes underneath her new house. She's thrilled with natural pest control moving in. But I'm nervous about it. I knew California snakes, but I do not know Kentucky snakes. My daughter and SIL keep trying to teach me all the snakes around here, but all I care about are the dangerous ones. I refuse to dangle my feet in the pond, let alone wade or swim in the river.

I'm in for a long learning curve. At this late age in life, nerves will probably kill me.