Wild Turkeys

A couple years ago on my way to work, I had to stop in the middle of the road to allow the largest flock of turkeys I’d ever seen cross in front of me. Dozens and dozens of them.  I didn’t have my camera at the time, and when I got home that night and told Harland, he thought I was exaggerating.  So I felt somewhat vidicated as Harland and I drove slowly up a hill last Friday approaching another large flock of turkeys. This time I had a my camera and Harland’s longest lens poked out the window, a 300 mm f\2.8.  There were probably about 100 birds in this flock feeding in a harvested cornfield, and as we drove along the road near them and stopped, they ran away towards the top of the hill.

As they topped the hill, they did something out of the ordinary – they stopped and looked back at us.

Maybe they felt safe because of their numbers, or maybe it was because we were in a vehicle.

At any rate, they paused long enough to get their picture taken, and then drifted one by one over the hill cluck clucking along the way.

For more information about the wild turkey, click here for some facinating facts about them.

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——> UP NEXT: The orange and red berries of the Bittersweet Vine.

——-> LATER THIS WEEK: The meandering Pony Creek

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