Don't kiss ___________ by the garden gate.
Love is blind, but the neighbors ain't.
While cleaning out closets some while back, I ran across my autograph book from grade school. Back in the day, autograph books were the rage. This was before yearbooks or annuals. My book is full of classmates' childish scrawls and scraps of poetry like the little bon mot above. This one came to mind particularly as I watched a tom turkey fluff his feathers and strut his stuff as he paraded back and forth in front of a group of females, doing his best to impress them with his virility and mighty masculine self. I don't know if he was nearsighted, practicing, or just plain desperate. The females (and I'm taking a guess here because gender was difficult to determine) which were sitting on fence posts and pointedly ignoring the turkey were vultures! If he was serious, it is true that love is blind.