Every day our single acre of property, which is in the middle of the city and backs up on a steep ravine, is a way station for deer, turkeys, raccoon, opossum, woodchuck, squirrels, rabbits, bats and many critters I'm probably not even aware of, on the road to their daily lives.
This morning, as the sun began to peek through the eastern trees, the turkeys made a short stopover on our driveway before heading on to the day's adventures. On any given day, a lone turkey or an entire flock may strut through the yard. The most we've seen at once is 23. Today, the hens whirled and swirled, pranced and danced so excitedly, I couldn't get an exact count. Twenty, I think.
Surprisingly, three males hung together. Most often, the males are rivals vying for the top spot in the flock. And, I presume, the most desirable gals in the group.
I couldn't tell from their posturing which was the Tom (the royal crown of the ravine) and which were the jakes (often the younger, less powerful wannabes). Today, the three looked more like three amigos hanging at the corner bar sharing stories over a few beers than rival contenders for the dating prize. All puffed up, shaking those fanned out tail feathers.
The hens had their own agenda and after a few minutes, started a parade across the front yard, heading for the neighbors' place.
Before long, they had disappeared down the road. I always wonder where they go and what they do when they leave our yard.
Make it a great day!