We were driving along on Rogers Street and noticed a flock of gulls, squawking up a storm and dive bombing toward the home’s roof. This roof has several levels and some ornamentation so it took a minute for my eyes to adjust and realize there was a turkey atop this house dodging and ducking the gulls. It was quite a surprising sight. I hopped out of the car with my camera as the turkey made its way to a lower level behind the house and out of sight. A nice couple in another vehicle stopped to say they saw the same except they thought there was more than one turkey. So we both tracked them down in a back alley making their way down again to ground level in a hurry to avoid the paparazzi (me). Reminded me of the Beatles fleeing their fans so here are Ringo, John, George and Paul on the run in the alleys of Gloucester.
Good Morning Gloucester 