Moments after I wrote yesterday about my missing turkeys, I heard gobbles in the atrium outside my office. Rising from our desks, jack and I went outside to have a look. Lo and behold, my turkey toothpickholders had safely landed and were contentedly gobbling their arrival greetings. Ok, ok, so they didn't fly here, the mailman brought them. And they look more like pelicans with plumed tails then turkeys, owing to the strange misplacement of the wattle. But I'm not complaining, oh no, I'm happy as can be. "Gobble gobble," say the turkeys. "Gobble gobble," says megnut.