Turkeys in the backyard

OK, I am sitting in my living room doing something productive (I can't recall exactly what it was, but I know it was either building a new room addition, or making a bologna sandwich). Anyway, Lisa says something unbelievable like, "Hey, there's a flock of turkeys near our backyard!" I look out back and, as shown here, see nothing. This prompts me to reply, "Oh yeah? Well, if there's turkeys out there, I'm a monkey's uncle and a big fat, dumb, loser!"

Mellissa then says, "Sweetie, just look over the fence and by the way, you are NOT a monkey's uncle."



Just then, one of these Thanksgiving dinners tries to fly over the neighbor's glass wall. Where's a camera when you need one?!
Oh yeah, in my hand. I fire and get this. But, the turkey is so fat and not a great flyer, so he cannot get over the wall.

So, these guys hung around for a long time making those gobble-gobble noises that only turkeys make and people wonder why we have coyotes in the open space behind our house.

Now, here's the weird part..... a few days later, I'm sitting in the living room, again doing something productive. I can't recall what it was, but I know it was either sharing a fortune cookie with Max, or painting the front of the house.

Mellissa comes in again and says, "Hey look, there's two turkeys in the Eucalyptus tree behind our house!" Now, being a self-nominated member of Mensa (and founder of its sister organization DENSA) I know that (1) turkeys cannot fly too well and (2) they do not live in Eucalyptus trees, especially at night. Relying on my college Logic class, I realize that Mellissa has gone crazy and is hallucinating (again relying on my college experiences.)

I take a shot westward directly into the sun setting behind the trees as proof that she is nuts. Check out the big sparrows in the upper left and lower right. Boy, when will she ever learn? Sheesh!