We don't exactly live in the heart of downtown Anytown, but we don't live out in the farming country, either. So believe me when I say that I was surprised this morning to observe a trio of turkeys waltz up our driveway and into our backyard, as though it were perfectly natural for such fowl to be out on a constitutional.
They hung around for a little while, then moved on, plucking at the ground and looking about with the manner of semi-interested tourists. "Oh, do you see that little patch of garden there, Edna? That'll be right lovely come springtime. Oh dear, looks like we've met up against a fence. Better head back the way we came. Ta!"
Completely out of the blue. And totally, refreshingly surreal.