Last night after days of much rain, a cloudy foggy blanket settled in. A large halo ringed the half moon, and the humidity seemed to dampen most sounds. Hundreds of frogs and other night critters sang their chorus in the nearby stand of trees. A noisy silence, if you will. Looking out on the garden in the pale moonlight, I am reminded that the same landscape I work in mostly by day has another aspect which I rarely visit. Sometimes I’ve gone out very late at night to check on our poultry and make sure they are safe. I stop and pet Ishmael, one of our toms, who always perches with his head regally pointed at the night sky. He sees all the changes of the day and the seasons. Who knows, maybe the turkey knows much more of our world than we do….