In honor of Thanksgiving, I thought I'd feature the beautiful bird that, in its wild status, roams meadows and hillsides, woods and gardens, nationwide. Last month we ran across a classy crew of them in Sandwich, Massachusetts. The other day I saw a flock of resplendent toms across the creek from us, working their way up the neighbor's greening back bank. (I just learned: wild turkeys roam in flocks; groups of domesticated turkeys—which of course barely move, never mind roam—are called rafters or gangs.)
Here are some pictures I've taken of turkeys over the years.
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| A tom's tail feather |
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I like to think she was dancing, but really she was just stretching
standing on our fence (taken from the bathroom window) |
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| A beautiful hen |
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| Turkey abstraction |
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Outside my window in Carmel Valley; they proceeded
to fly up onto my roof and stomp around
(yes, it was a genuine turkey stomp) |
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| Turkey in the fog (Mt. Madonna) |
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