Almost every morning for the past week, right around 7:00, I've seen our wild turkeys out for their morning constitutional. (Notice how I call them our wild turkeys. I feel a strong sense of responsibility for their well-bring.) They feed at the buffet we call our freedom lawn, and for dessert, they seem to hit up the compost pile.
This morning Ted and I spied them in the herb garden, right next to the front porch, near the tomato cage where we've been doing battle with the chipmunks. The turkeys seemed more into herbs, or, more likely, into the weeds (and worms?) that live at the herbs' feet.
Do you notice something different about our turkeys now? Most of them are babies. Close up, all wild turkeys look fairly large, but at a distance you can see the moms (huge) and their offspring (medium and large).
The adult males haven't made an appearance here since June. I hope they're just sleeping in while the moms take their kids for a walk every morning, or that they're building shelter for the winter, or taking the car for an oil change, or doing the dump run, like all of the other men in our neighborhood do on weekend mornings.