Some days are far weirder than others. Shortly after our Canadian Thanksgiving celebration back in October, I came face to face with this ornery red head. Very few people like having their picture taken, and turkeys are no exception. Maybe it was the studio surroundings, or the long drive from the farm. Maybe he sensed that only a few short days before I had brined, stuffed and roasted to perfection one of his distant relatives.

Guessing the inner monologue of a turkey is a fool's task, but it is safe to say this 35-pound beast was not down with sitting still. No amount of being chased around the studio was going to tire him out.You can bribe kids with high-fructose promises. You can melt the vain by complementing their clothes. You can even bait and switch the tightest intellectual mind by talking about their collection of old German cars. But with turkeys, all you can do is wait, cross your fingers, and press the shutter.