As I sat at desk, I glimpsed movement from the corner of my eye. Birds. Large birds walking on the edge of the lawn. Are they turkeys?
It’s not unusual to spot turkeys in this neighborhood. But five of them? That’s a first.
With camera in hand, I found a better location to observe the avian action. The young birds explored the border between lawn and willow thicket.
They turned back toward the road. Just before reaching the ditch, they entered the tall grass as they sought cover among the willows.
Playing “Follow the Leader”
I love this neighborhood, flower, fauna and folk.
Turkeys are such comical birds. They try to be so self-important.
Yes they are! Not very bright, but good for laughs.
Oh, wow! I would love to see that on my lawn. We’ve got turkeys in the ‘hood…but they are of the weird human kind.
Or maybe you’d prefer the skunk that this morning’s visitor?
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I always love seeing turkeys. Many people think turkeys can’t fly, but I’ve seen them flying up into the high branches of trees where they sleep at night.
I’ve seen them do that too, Ratty. One evening, I counted over 60 turkeys that flew into an old oak tree to spend the night. It was an awesome sight.
Nice “catch.” I have never seen a wild turkey.
I was pleased by it. (Pity I couldn’t get the two large tom turkeys that I saw a few years ago.) There is one female with a young one that I see quite regularly a quarter-mile down the road.
Looks like dinner to me.
Perhaps it is for you. I’m not able to eat turkey . . . that is I can, but it will be followed by a skull splitting headache.