...and all the customers are gone. The wildlife comes out to roam. And what's more fun that enjoying a beer while watching a Tom attack his reflection in the back door. Maybe I'm easily amused but this had me crying. Especially after he banged his own face a dozen times pecking the glass, he still went at it with gusto. Turkeys are S-T-U-P-I-D! I wish I had gotten more shots but he finally saw me and ran off. Judging by the amount of turkey crap by the back door, I'll be seeing him again.