I chance upon these handsome fellas on the way home the other night. I stopped and chatted them up a bit with my call. They obliged by talking back and showing me a strut that would make a runway model proud.
It is indeed. I’ve seen 50 bird flocks with a dozen gobblers strutting. Fun stuff. They’re not usually in that big of flocks so it’s impressive when you do see them like that.
Our big fellas have been starting to strut around, too. I did once see a tom and hen in our yard moving through the preliminaries. I don’t know if he was successful, but we always seem to have lots of babies.
Happy Spring!
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Same to you Claire! Although, it’s felt like spring here all winter.
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Handsome fellows they are! I also wish you a happy Spring…I thought it would never get here!
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Out here, we never really had winter.
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Gotta love their strut! Thanks for sharing!
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Yes indeed!
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These turkeys are beautiful creatures, aren’t they, Tim. Thanks for chatting with them and sharing your pictures. Cool.
Sincerely,
Joan
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Thank you Joan. 😊
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Lol … nothing quite like a Springtime Strut Tim !
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Nothing like it Poppy! 😉
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I have never seen turkeys in the wild – it is an impressive sight!
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It is indeed. I’ve seen 50 bird flocks with a dozen gobblers strutting. Fun stuff. They’re not usually in that big of flocks so it’s impressive when you do see them like that.
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Our big fellas have been starting to strut around, too. I did once see a tom and hen in our yard moving through the preliminaries. I don’t know if he was successful, but we always seem to have lots of babies.
https://ruthsartwork.wordpress.com/2012/04/09/tom-the-turkey-looking-for-fun/
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I think the turkey population out here is doubling every couple of years. I see wild turkeys almost every day.
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