Yesterday I was locked away in my room working on a paper but I cheated and had all the windows open. Yes, one of the nicest Saturdays this year and I was writing a paper. It stinks.
For most of the day one of the male turkeys around here gobbled and called to the hens. It’s time to make baby turkeys and that male had the need to spread his love around. A serious need.
The funny thing? We have two different flocks and the males hovering around the flocks strut and call and beg the hens and the hens pay absolutely no attention. They keep scratching the ground and eating the seed we put out. I start to feel bad for the males and all the trouble they go to for a little play.
Here’s one of the boys:
Awesome picture! I can hear our turkeys, but they are down in the woods and don’t come that close to the house. It’s probably the dogs keeping them away.