Please forgive the shaky video, but for those of us who used to watch WKRP in Cincinnati…we were led to believe that turkeys can’t fly. They were wrong.
Turkeys in a tree
I’m counting more than three
So high up there
Without a care
How brave they all must be!
I warned you earlier about seeing more turkey images and today is one of those sightings. These were actually taken a month or more ago. I love the fact that when the turkeys are trooping off to a destination, they form a line and follow the leader.
There ARE exceptions to the rule…say when a deer gets in the way and thinks it’s going to scare the turkey troop off. They may break formation, but all they need is about a foot to detour around the foolish deer. They aren’t fazed a bit by the large four legged creature in their way.
When the troop reaches it’s destination, or it’s just free time, they break ranks and have fun.
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.)
Two days before Thanksgiving, and nineteen turkeys walked through the front yard and crossed the road. Happy thanksgiving everyone!