I really do love wild turkeys. They're one of my favorite birds. Whenever I have the good fortune to run across a group of them in a field, I can't help but see a bit of the Mesozoic in their behavior. For the briefest of moments, I forget myself and I don't just see one distinct species in its particular time and place. I see nature's continuity, which scoffs at our attempts to name and classify the organisms with whom we share the world. It's life, doing what it does, across the eons.
But I probably don't love wild turkeys as much as Paul Vasquez.