I like Saturdays. Don't ask we why. I just do. Always have been special, whether I'm working or not. Fun, like this flying ferris wheel, high in the sky. Ok, wait a minute two wild turkeys just walked through the back yard dragging along 15 baby turkeys. Fifteen! So I scrambled to the Internet. What do we call baby turkeys? They are called poults. I, as many do, often curse the time I spend on my computer, but I've got to say it does put the world, we live in, at our fingertips. It took me less than 10 seconds, literally, to find the word poult. Without this machine in my lap, I would have been digging through an encyclopedia (remember them) for 10 minutes or so and would be lucky to decipher anything. I read about flocks and herds all the time but poults? That's a new one for me. In five minutes time, they had moved diagonally through the yard and were gone. See Saturdays are special. Why? I'll tell you some other time. Today, I'm going to relish this new word. Poult.