Part of the joy of my new schedule is only workin' three 12-hour shifts a week at that job. That means that every other week, I get to spend the shittiest day of the week doin' fun shit, which means chasin' turkeys 'round this time of the year.
True to form, the little bastards ain't very cooperative this mornin', and frankly, it's a touch on the chilly side. No worries though... I'm havin' a damn fine time.