The last movie I saw in a theater was "March Of the Penguins" in the summer of 2005. The only reason we went then was because it was beastly hot and a matinee in an air-conditioned movie house was a way to get relief. I believe the movie prior to that (in a theater) was "Dances With Wolves" in 1990, and before that was "Stand By Me," that Dave took me to see in 1986. I really must get out more.
"March Of the Penguins" came to mind because of the turkeys. My movie-going history was just another derailed train of thought. Penguins have their own reasons for making a long pedestrian trek across Antarctica on little stumpy legs in the worst weather imaginable. Turkeys have it a lot easier here, but they also seem to be in the grip of an obsession. More and more are showing up on the deck rail daily, lining up and sometimes shoving one another off to get a better view inside. It's not my imagination; they go past empty rooms until they find me. Intent on something or other yesterday, I didn't look up until they started calling to me (no, really!). Satisfied that they had my attention, they stood shoulder to shoulder peering in to watch the latest episode of "Goat Lady Comedy Hour." Like the thrill-seeking free-range chickens in the past, the turkeys will then make their way on the narrow rail to the far end of the deck and, one by one, leap off into space to glide to the ground. Show's over (on both sides of the window).