Sorry about the quality of this video. It was just too tempting not to share the new babies.
We’ve seen them two days in a row, zipping along after their mother. It is definitely baby time in the woods.
(INTO THE WOODS AND BEYOND!)
Sorry about the quality of this video. It was just too tempting not to share the new babies.
We’ve seen them two days in a row, zipping along after their mother. It is definitely baby time in the woods.
So it’s official…I’m a fan of turkeys. Not to eat. Well I do like to eat turkey, but don’t tell them that.
The little turkeys of spring are all grown up. I can’t tell Betty from Joe, LaDonna from Jim, Zizzle from Hans. It doesn’t matter about their names, I love them all…they’re like the turkey children I never had.
I can tell you all kinds of things about turkeys now…I’ve spent a lot of time the past couple of weeks watching them traipse back and forth through the woods and they’re fascinating. One attractive trait…they’re very kind to each other. I’ll share some more turkey traits with you later. But for now, enjoy the lovely wingspan that gets displayed after a nap. (They take a LOT of naps.)
I looked out the window today and the turkey parents were shepherding their young across the northwest corner of the backyard!
I haven’t seen them in quite a while and I was really happy to see that everyone was present and accounted for.
I’m wondering if turkeys name their young…if so, what would they name them? I’m having a hard time imagining a turkey named Cindy, or Tony. That brings up the subject of last names. I can’t wrap my head around that…I really can’t.