The rival turkey gangs that live on the hill near my house mark territory using poop. That’s my best theory for why so many piles of doodoo litter the road, either gigantic green tubular shits or glistening wet poop-emoji turds. One gang lives at the top of the hill, where most of the tubular shits are found, and the other gang, emoji poop gang, lives at the base. I climb that hill several times a day for exercise, and whether at the top or bottom, I have to watch my feet to avoid a bad shoe surprise.