In the straw

We got tired of driving today, and paper/rock/scissors was a draw, so we let the turkeys take over for a bit while we napped in the back. They're short, so one had to be on the floor working the pedals and one steered. The third tried to watch the road and tell the other two what to do, but they bickered a lot and it got quite loud, with all three trying to gobble over the others. A good idea in theory, but we hardly got any rest with all the noise and thankfully traffic wasn't too bad and we didn't have all that far to drive from PA to VA.


We drove three hours northwest from Philly last night to a farm in PA to pick up turkeys for Kelly's mom. In the morning, John the farmer and bear hunter gave us a great tour of his farm and woods before we got back on the road. The childhood home of our new turkey friends:

Bear poop. Now you know what it looks like.

Thanks, John! We're now at Kelly's parents' house preparing for feast and a break from driving for a few days. Yay!