There are two tom turkeys that have adopted us. They amble up to eat, relax and chill with the hens when they're released from their coop in the late afternoon.
They make a soft "chucking" to the hens. They are slightly interested, but do their best not to let it show.
The toms are looking gorgeous in spanking-new plumage. All the molted feathers that were shed all over the yard have been replaced. It seems strange that all of this polished finery would show up after the dating and mating season is well over. Not a hen turkey in sight -- just my motley group of hens who are still half bald themselves.
This doesn't seem to bother the toms one whit as everyone sociably scratches through the manure together. The compost heap: water cooler to the poultry at Frogpond.
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