Chasing Wild Turkeys  I'm at Carter Church. There is some kind of a banquet or reception about to take place. I'm early. One banquet just got over. People are still preparing for the second one. I'm underdressed, but it doesn't rally bother me. I have on a white shirt and no tie. Most other people are wearing ties. Someone tells me there are some gold headed bald eagles right near there. I go out to see. There are three wild turkeys.  I am in the alley between Old and Bauer Avenues in Oak Valley, waking northward from 1st Street. There is a lot of snow on the ground. One of the turkeys is old, I could get it easily, but I don't want it. I find that I have it in my hand, but I let it go. There is one male and one female turkey. One has a bright array of feathers. I want that one. I stalk it. It hides behind bushes. I crouch low and sneak up on it. I run and spring, diving at the one I want. It narrowly escapes. Both turkeys fly away. As I walk back to the church, I think that I will have to tell my friend Kevin Simpson what an adventure this has been.