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Recently, I was going through your November/December 2021 edition, which has a Rhode Island turkey story (“Turkeys by the Bay”).
For 30 years, I’ve lived in a small town. I’ve had deer walk by my mailbox; foxes walk by, just look at me, and walk on; opossums eat my cat food; and more wildlife down my street, that’s a quarter-mile long. I hear turkeys gobbling often, and coyotes howling too. Occasionally, I walk down my street, which spooks the deer that are eating or just laying down in the small trees at the end of the street. A half-mile south of