I awoke one warm morning last fall and meandered my half asleep body outdoors heading in the direction of my truck. My cell phone clicked as I hung up with a friend. He had just asked me if he had left something in my truck the previous day. With each lackadaisical step down the driveway, my eyes reluctantly opened slightly further. That’s when it happened. About 10 feet from the truck I stopped abruptly, because something was not quite right. A giant gobbling beast emerged from its dormancy and we immediately locked eyes. He was perched atop the roof of my truck, and stood tall, spreading his wings as if to challenge me to a duel. With fear in my heart and a rush of Thankgiving thoughts flowing through my mind, I knew that this was not going to be a normal day.