I was late to work yesterday because of the turkeys. What a great excuse, but no one to give it to,... well,.... 'cause I'm the boss. And I'm really great to work for - just ask the penguins. Anywhoski... my little route to work takes me close to a bend in the river and slides down through what we call "the bottoms" - a very small greenbelt that is slowly being taken over by the big rigs (how depressing). But there are still coyotes, cougars, turkeys, hawks and all manner of wildlife settin' up shop there. And now mostly visible because of the encroaching oil/gas fiends. Nevertheless, there is a resident flock/gaggle/sewing circle of turkeys that live just this side of the new rugby fields, and occassionally I see them in the early morn poking around in the high grass looking for tasty morsels. Usually it is the hens I see, sometimes the toms. But yesterday... there was a courtin' couple. I just had to stop and watch the show. MrTom was vigorously showing his massive tail feathers, wattle all blossoming red, and strutting like a true cock-of-the-walk, and his lovely intentioned hen was busily nabbing mayflies with complete aplomb and disregard for MrTom's efforts. I took a couple of photos, but my little digi camera is such a POS that all you can see is a minute brown spec in the distance - so use your agile imaginations,my lovelies.
Needless, to say, that made for a good day. Nothing like a little turkey libido to get one off on the right foot.
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