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  • Writer's pictureJenny Lynn Keller

Four Weeks Before Christmas

On the fourth week before Christmas, my true love gave to me—a gaggle of turkeys. No, he didn’t smoke multiple birds for Thanksgiving dinner. He stopped the car while a flock of hens crossed our driveway. Twenty-two fine feathered ladies hurried down the lake path like Black Friday shoppers dashing for bargains. Based on size, they hatched this spring. Based on number, I doubt they’re all sisters, as the average wild turkey brood is under ten chicks. Old-timers might call the group a rafter, referring to domesticated turkeys roosting in barns. Around our house they perch in trees and make considerable racket. Down here in the south we affectionately call noisy female gatherings a hen party . . . and now you know why.

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