Synchronicity?

Last night for maybe the first time in a year I found I could look at my book A Grave on Deacon's Peak again, maybe because it was mentioned so often in the diary entries I've been posting. At the end of Chapter Two, 'Up a Crooked Path,' the Bellamy family and Mr. Culpepper encounter a pod (or rafter) of wild turkeys walking out of the woods next to the Deacon's cabin. Today when I went to take some recycling out to the bin, I saw these four birds strutting across the yard. That white structure is no cabin, of course; it is one of the original ticket booths from Disneyland. My sister bought it. We sometimes, but not often, see wild turkeys in transit, remarkable to me in that we are only a few blocks from the town square. It is an odd coincidence.