Wild Turkey of 30th Street Returns

This morning when I stumbled into my kitchen i saw this guy looking back at me through the window.  He was perched on top of my neighbor's roof ridge.  How did he get up there?  How was he going to get back down? 
The wild Turkey keeps his own council.  But he certainly made my morning!

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