A Wild Turkey Sort of Day

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.