The sun began to rise. I still remember the colors, the sounds, the smells of that breezy April morning. An owl practically lifted my hat. Mosquitos buzzed and a woodpecker bent his beak on breakfast. As more animals chimed in, however, the medley became muddled to my untrained ears.
Then, a few minutes after daylight, I heard something altogether different. It was faint but bold. By gosh, it had to be a gobble!