Because I'm one of those annoying Pious drivers, when I get off 128 at Great Plain Avenue on the way home, I'll take the longer way to get to 109 (basically, stay straight at the church instead of veering left), because it's a great stretch for some pulse-and-gliding (well, that and I hate getting stuck at the lights down by the Twickenham dog-grooming place).

Today, though, traffic briefly came to a complete stop near the Animal Rescue League cemetery - a harem of turkeys (one tom and at least 13 females) needed to get to the other side of the road. Unlike their punk cousins in Brookline, these were mellow birds, who simply crossed the road, rather than trying to consume human flesh (and then, fortunately for me, there was just enough room between the road and a stone wall for me to pull in with my camera out).

And so there they foraged, outside somebody's chicken-wired yard. At one point, the tom wanted to impress the ladies, so he huffed and he puffed and he blew himself up to like twice his normal size.

Full-on view: