As we returned home, we saw a herd (bunch? batch? wad? gaggle? heap?) flock of what must have been a hundred wild turkeys! They were spread out in a loosely-structured line that must have been a couple of hundred feet long. Some of the toms were in full display, with their tails forming a big fan and the rest of the feathers all over their bodies standing on end. I wonder what that feels like? Do they get goose bumps? Turkey bumps? I’ll have to look that up.
Cell phone pic by Tom Hurley
4 comments:
Oh wow wild turkeys. They reminded me of the domestic turkey farm that used to exist outside Oakhurst. I will always remember visiting that place with its pens of crowded, noisy, ogling turkeys...not like wild turkeys at all.
I wonder why I thought of that? The mind is a strange thing.
The main difference between these wild birds and the domesticated meals-on-three-toed feet is body mass. The wild ones can easily burst into flight, and are very graceful fliers, often soaring effortlessly in what seems to be just a lot of fun. The ones you saw in pens were discouraged from such effort, since it would reduce their weight, thus value to the farmer. (Rancher? Grower? Heartless exploiter?)
Congratulations on managing to place the text NEXT to the picture....... quite a talented man, writer, author, photographer and BLOGGER you are :-)
Thanks. It's a slow process sometimes.
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