Catching Some Rays

Now that the storm has passed, it's time to preen a bit, fluff up those feathers, enjoy a dust bath and soak up some rays!

Whoops...Mama Turkey has spotted me. Gathering up her poults, she stalks off with them in tow to find a little privacy.

The poults have grown rapidly and now resemble miniature versions of Mama. These youngsters will soon be approaching the end of their brief childhood. In the fall, the male poults will leave their mother to join the male flock, while the female poults will remain with Mama until the following spring. At that time, they'll be ready to breed--and the cycle will continue.

Backyard Visitors

Here are just some of the visitors who passed through our yard yesterday:



Shy Guy



A fawn


A new friend


Turkey poults


And Tony Peanut of course!

Just Passing Through

This wild turkey hen and her six poults are regular visitors to our lot, passing through at least several times a day. We've watched Mama Turkey successfully raise these babies since they were the size of paddle balls with legs no bigger than toothpicks. Since May, the poults have grown to more than half of Mama's size, and by early fall, they will be indistinguishable from the adult turkeys.

Early Sunday morning I was awakened by a series of clucks and grunts beneath my window that seemed to go on and on. Dragging myself out of bed, I looked outside to find an agitated Mama Turkey strutting back and forth across the front lawn, scolding and trying to round up her errant poults who were scattered throughout the garden. Like most adolescents, the poults are moving toward independence and at the same time testing their mother's patience. She finally brought them into some semblance of order and off they strutted, Partridge Family-style, into the neighboring yard. I went back to bed.

Mama Turkey has gotten so used to me that she no longer clucks the alarm and shoos her poults to safety if I accidentally run into her in the yard--just as long as I don't get too close.