Out on the deck after breakfast drinking my morning coffee and watching a couple of big gobblers strut for some hens up by the pond. Noticed something odd among the flock and moved so I could get a better look - it was our big, gentle, 15-year-old Maine coon mix, calmly walking around in the midst of the turkeys. I wasn't too surprised that Ruckus would go to check out the turkeys - she ain't aftaid of anything - but I was kind of surprised that the turkeys didn't seem to mind the cat. I would guess this wasn't the first time Ruckus and the turkeys had encountered one another, and the turkeys had figured out the cat wasn't a threat.