I scarcely could believe my eyes when viewing the shots I had taken of the field full of turkeys one cold morning in March. I had stopped the car on a place we call Gould Flats...I was closer to the end of the flats and could see back down towards the Marshfield town line that one of the Cabot Cheese trailer trucks was coming up behind me, probably my nephew Jeffrey doing the early factory to warehouse run. I did well under pressure while driving and shooting the elusive Bactrian Turkey.