In the deep snow, turkeys have been roosting in the tree directly by the barn. There were six big turkeys perched in it yesterday morning (and I learned how to Photoshop a spotlight and lens flare). There were three turkeys on the right
one on the left
and two in the middle
Isn’t he the handsomest? See his beard swinging forward to brush his toes? These wild turkeys are supposed to be smart, and they’ve been quick to understand the rules here: they know that the dog won’t bother them and that I’ll scatter four cups of corn under the pines in the morning. I’m betting they stay smart in the summer, when the rules include keeping out of the gardens. Bob’s not so sure.
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