It was perfect until it wasn't. Suddenly, the puffed-up tom dropped strut, stretched his neck, did an about-face, and scurried away. I could've killed this gobbler multiple times but I wanted him to ...

I woke Monday morning to sunshine and the temperature hovering near 15 degrees. That’s 15 degrees celsius. At the time I was watching the weather in London, where the metric system reigns. When I ...