Bold

Every year the turkeys around here get braver and braver.  I think they have our number.  We have gotten used to them nonchalantly strolling about the barn area, nibbling at the grain pan and hanging out under the bird feeders.

This morning, however, their chutzpah climbed to a whole new level.  When it was time to move the sprinkler,  I went to open the back door and discovered three turkeys brazenly peering in (note: this is what comes of having full length windows in every outside door of the entire house.  Bruce and I have become the humanoid zoo exhibits for every curious animal looking for a bit of entertainment).  I'm not sure who was more startled, myself or them.  I do know that it was an excellent method to cause coffee to slosh out of my mug.  Then I went off for my camera while they slunk off towards the garden.

By the time I got back, the three made it over to the raised beds -- not exactly hurrying, but not sticking around either.

I saw a movement out of the corner of my eye, and there was a tom followed by two more youngsters strutting across the driveway.

Murphy came around the side of the house, saw them, and gave a half-hearted bark.  The turkeys, in turn, gave a similarly half-hearted effort to walk the other way.  Murphy sat down and everyone then ignored each other.

Over by the hollyhocks, one more was pecking at the grass.  I'm sure there were more than I actually got pictures of...


The whole flock merged behind the garage and proceeded down to the lower garden where, I assume, they settled down to forage away from the camera-clicking paparazzi.