Wild Turkeys

It is hard to fly like an eagle when surrounded by a flock of wild turkeys. I was working in the studio and looked out the window. Surprise!  One leader and the others follow exactly on the same track as the one in front. Turkeys must have written the definition of the term single file.

Rushing around to get the camera and sneaking the door as quietly as I can, I start taking pictures. It is a trip to see so many wild turkeys walking in their little lines playing follow-the-leader. Who taught them that game?

This daily trek of this feathered clan does not really make me happy because it means that my garden just got raided.

Garden Raiders

When I go down there to pick today I will find tomatoes hanging on the vine that has been mysteriously cored. All the guts are eaten out of them. All the low ripe tomatoes hang there innocent but totally empty inside. They like the seeds in the juicy insides. Ripe berries at low levels will be gone too, just magically missing when they were there only the afternoon before.

Guess what, my dog is just sitting outside on the deck watching them like, no problem, hi guys. He is a great guard dog, NOT!

It is at times like this that I remember unimportant information like, Thomas Jefferson wanted the turkey for the national bird didn’t he? Oh, now I got to Google that. The curiosity of the creative mind in action. Check this answer out… What an interesting story, I didn’t remember learning all of that in school. Where ever we grow up and what is being taught at that time there greatly affects our education.

I’m not sure how many turkeys are there walking up the side of our property, but it was more than a dozen.

Couldn’t get the camera before they were already heading up the hill so there were probably a lot more than shown in these shots.
Gobble, Gobble, Gobble!