Coming back to the house in the morning, accompanied by Bessie and Frank, suddenly there was a lot of movement in the herb garden. The mamas and aunties had brought all the baby turklets to rest in the shade and browse. There's something not quite right about preseasoning a turkey with thyme, marjoram, and rosemary before they are defeathered and ready for the oven. Even with the dog and cat there, the turkeys are now so comfortable that they just moved over and didn't leave. It probably helped that Bess and Frank ignored them.
In an old song, John Denver sang, "Some days are diamonds; some days are stone." Yesterday was a diamond dust day.