It is embarrassingly easy to make friends with turkeys in the winter. I put out about 4 cups of cracked corn from Towaoc every day, and often a dozen or thirteen turkeys come by to eat it. I think there are eight females that all flock together, and a separate gang of four or five males who started visiting when I started putting out corn.
Today about fifteen minutes after I tossed the cracked corn into the pine needles, a male comes by with a silly looking beard. He starts eating and I lay down in the snow about eight feet away to take some pictures.
I’m thinking “what a handsome turkey you are (wish I had on ski pants)”
as the snow melts through my jeans, and suddenly there are two turkeys in my viewfinder
three
and by the time I sit up it’s a turkey convention.
These turkeys know that I put out the corn–they’ve watch me do it. And they fell for it just like a five-year-old falls for hot chocolate spiked with cream.
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