It was a wild turkey sort of day.
No, not that Wild Turkey, the birds!
I sort of scared the little guys
as you can see from the flapping wings.
They mill about,
hanging out with the chickens
and hoping to get a bit of grain here and there.
I've gotten pretty good at calling them
using a Baak, Baak noise, very clipped
almost like a pop.
I don't know if they think I'm a turkey,
or a chicken but either way
they seem interested.
Our chicks think it's ok too,
gives them something to look at.
We have two groups that visit:
One is all male, all gobblers.
The other group of about 13 or so is a mix.
They have a particular path.
They start over at the neighbor's place
walk across the street and down by the garden
then circle round the back of our house
and up to the chicks.
Then they either continue on through the brush piles
or wander downhill scratching around in the leaves.
Then, in Spring,
when a young turkey's fancy turns to love,
the guys go into a beautiful full display,
dancing and strutting around the gals,
gobbling here and there.
I hope to get some photos to share later in the year.