But that's the end of February around these parts and by the time we got to our street again, the sun was shining, the dog's coat was drenched and I looked like a drowned rat.
I think I'd have locked the doors if I had seen 40 of those faces looking at me.
I have a history with this guy
Here's where I am thinking "Oh cool, turkeys. I'll photograph them."
Here is where they start to attack the car.
Now the camera is on the floor and I am screaming.