October 16, 2009
Turkeys at Twelve O'Clock Low
A few minutes ago, Fisher, the Chessie, went dashing off down into a ravine and up the other side. Three turkeys came flying across it, low, over my head and over the house. I called him back and gave him a treat. Shelby, the ninja collie, barked from the veranda but was gated in. She has already had her turkey chase for the day.
In seventeen years, I have never seen them all over us like this. Are the acorns better here?
The photo of the hen turkey was taken through the window of our back door.