An omen?

Driving in to work a little over an hour ago, I had to slow down ... there was a wild turkey crossing my little country road.

I kid you not.

To get to the other side, I guess...

It strutted across the road with its long neck jerkily bobbing forward and back.

That bird had attitude.

Suddenly it hit me. The direction Mr. Turkey was heading.

He was in an exact beeline for Holiday World.

His route was rather "over the river and through the woods" so he may not arrive for a few more hours.

I guess I won't feel right using "as the crow flies" anymore in my description of how far I live from the park.

"Yes, I live nice and close. As the turkey struts, it's about four miles."