I find this story from Slate so charming I just about can’t even tell you. I have not seen evidence of elves at the house, but maybe we don’t have a backyard ghost, but a particularly tall elf.
The Butcher told us yesterday that, often, when he’s out in the hammock, the wild turkeys walk right by him, like just ten or twenty feet from him. I am now begging him to carry the camera with him to the hammock all the time.
STANDARD DISCLAIMER: The wild turkeys in Whites Creek are so wild that they spew acidic spit that burns your flesh and we have to wear chemical suits just to hang out in the back yard. Don’t move here.