Starting my ride this afternoon, I rode past plumes of dust and chaff from the soybean harvest across the road from our house:
Just a minute later, I had to stop for wildfowl: a group of wild turkeys meandering along the road after being driven from their home fields by the harvesting.
I stood stock still on the shoulder of the road, and the birds got closer and closer to me
Finally they were only six feet away, warbling to each other pleasantly.
Even when cars came through our little vignette, the birds only briefly stepped aside before reclaiming their spots in the center of the road. Eventually, they did mosey over into the opposite ditch and then into the cornfield beyond it.