Birds.
Or maybe that's
khryseos working on a project. Sawing something. Some squeaky wood. With a rasp.
::knock, knock::
BPL: Um, Carey? There are three turkeys at the basement door.
C: Unh?
BPL: I woke up to this weird sound, and I looked, and there were turkeys outside. You can still hear them. I think they're in the neighbor's yard now.
C: ::shuffle shuffle robe:: ::shuffle shuffle back porch::
C: Huh. Look at that.
BPL: Oh, there's another one now.
C: Gods, what a racket. I need coffee.
Kittenpants: 2, Nebraska: 2