Morning Strut


Every morning around 6:30 the wild turkeys who have spent the night roosting up in the pines behind the house fly down and gather together.   Some days they just wander back across the street;  other mornings they perform or what I call the “fluff and strut.”  Today they were especially vocal gobbling their hearts out and prancing around.  Quite a show.  I love the beautiful iridescence of their feathers and as an added bonus, they always leave a few behind.



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