Phoenix Maplewood wabbit season! duck season! ...turkey season?

was gonna wait and see if easy wanted to jump in, so I'll go ahead and reply now!

A smile lit his face as his nephew appeared among the brush, peering at the turkeys. Their eyes met, and Shale nodded to Sunny, slinking over to stand by his side. "We have the element of surprise," he murmured, "and we're downwind. Our coats stick out just a little--but only barely." Their gray-toned pelts were slightly different than the colors of the maplewood, brown with a hint of spring green, but he doubted the turkeys had good enough eyesight to tell, anyway.

"We should wait until the last possible second to strike," Shale reasoned softly, copper eyes sliding toward the birds. There were three or four of them, striding placidly around the clearing. "We don't want them going on the defensive. If you or I sneak around to the other side. . .we could trap them." He looked at his nephew, wanting his input. The boy had a talent for birdcatching, he'd noticed.