It was so warm this evening that Shari fired up the barbecue to make dinner. While she was tending to her cooking, out of the woods came the Wild Turkeys. At first there were 3 then after a bit another came racing up in a "Wait for me guys," kind of way. So we thought the Gang of Four was back, making their rounds. Then another turkey showed up. They scratched around in the trees in the backyard, finally finding the pan of cracked corn I put out. Then Shari noticed 4 more turkeys in the adjoining yard. 9 Wild Turkeys altogether. A mob. And they all appear to be young males. Cruising the neighborhood on a warm spring-like evening.
They don't appear to be particularly afraid of us; they saw Shari and sauntered away from her into the backyard. Later, while we eating dinner, they came back to the side yard to peck in the grass like gigantic chickens. When we went outside again, they turned onto the path and walked back into the woods. I like that they use the path instead of scrabbling through the underbrush. It entertains me to see them strolling away like boulevardiers.
As it does to eat dinner while turkeys dine outside my window. A year ago, in our apartment in Brooklyn, such a scene was not in my imagination's inventory.
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