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a minute ago...Man these wild Turkeys are huge...I like feeding them...
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about 12 of these guys came out of hiding after Thanksgiving and were at my feeder..
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Nice! Where's the other 10? 
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Nice! Where's the other 10?
Waiting to see how the first two do ...
Wild turkeys are not dumb.
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I tried to get a shot of all of them from the upstairs window but the dang camera kept focusing on the screen...so I snuck down stairs and got some closeups of the three dumb ones!!!!
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they were back again this morning...now I got a shot of the whole Gaggle..
Geese travel in gaggles. The correct term for a group of turkeys is a "rafter."
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Thats right I could not remember...a rafter...thank you..:thumbup:
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a couple of close ups....
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Wild turkeys are awesome.
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Aha! They have become ... complacent. 
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A few years ago there was a hen that knew the sound of my pickup truck. She'd come running out of the woods when I went up to the pasture to feed the horses.
She would follow along as I threw grain in the feed pans, and pick up bits the horses missed, maintaining a distance of about 25' from me, no more...no less.
They were fun to watch in the trees, working their way up a hedgerow in the evening going to roost. Branches sometimes breaking under their weight, and sometimes almost falling off, they were as noisy and graceful as a herd of elephants.
In the Spring, I always knew when there was a trespasser in the woods turkey hunting. The horses didn't pay any attention to the turkeys, but would stand and stare in the direction of the hunters call. I imagine the turkeys were trotting off in the other direction.
Nice photos !!
Fran
Fran
She would follow along as I threw grain in the feed pans, and pick up bits the horses missed, maintaining a distance of about 25' from me, no more...no less.
They were fun to watch in the trees, working their way up a hedgerow in the evening going to roost. Branches sometimes breaking under their weight, and sometimes almost falling off, they were as noisy and graceful as a herd of elephants.
In the Spring, I always knew when there was a trespasser in the woods turkey hunting. The horses didn't pay any attention to the turkeys, but would stand and stare in the direction of the hunters call. I imagine the turkeys were trotting off in the other direction.
Nice photos !!
Fran
Fran
When I was a kid I lived close to a turkey farm, where they raised thousands of some heritage breed turkeys. They mostly lived in a huge barn, but still every time it rained, the smell was something that you can not imagine.
Well one day I was walking with my dog, and we lived on a little hill overlooking a big plain where the turkeys had their barn. I was a little preoccupied trying to unwrap a piece of cheese, but I noticed my dog, a black lab, froze and started making sounds like he was having a nervous breakdown. He couldn't quite bark, or growl or whine or howl, but basically did them all at the same time, and his whole body kindof vibrated, but he couldn't move.
I looked down the hill, and what I saw was like something out of a WWII D-Day film. The turkeys had made a great escape, and were advancing on our position from the plain. At first I was stunned at the absurdity of it just like my dog, but then I started laughing hysterically. It was really like they were an invading army; they would run in small groups, and take cover behind some smallish pine trees, run forward maybe 10 feet and take cover behind another tree, and so on all the way up the hill. Within a couple minutes we were overrun by turkeys coming up the hill, hundreds of them. I was standing in the same place laughing uncontrollably, but my dog was almost having a stroke, and eventually just laid down and started muttering as the turkeys passed us by. Every time a turkey passed, it looked at us and gobbled, and kept running up the hill and taking cover before they could continue their invasion of the hills behind us.
Once the turkeys had gone, I had to sit down because my eyes were covered in tears and my belly hurt from laughing, and I ripped off a piece of cheese and gave it to my dog, who just kind of looked at me in embarrassment, took the cheese in his mouth, and walked dejectedly home.
Eventually most of the turkeys were rounded up, but we had some stragglers living in the hills for at least 10 years, in the middle of the night we would hear quiet gobbles and sqwuacks.
Well one day I was walking with my dog, and we lived on a little hill overlooking a big plain where the turkeys had their barn. I was a little preoccupied trying to unwrap a piece of cheese, but I noticed my dog, a black lab, froze and started making sounds like he was having a nervous breakdown. He couldn't quite bark, or growl or whine or howl, but basically did them all at the same time, and his whole body kindof vibrated, but he couldn't move.
I looked down the hill, and what I saw was like something out of a WWII D-Day film. The turkeys had made a great escape, and were advancing on our position from the plain. At first I was stunned at the absurdity of it just like my dog, but then I started laughing hysterically. It was really like they were an invading army; they would run in small groups, and take cover behind some smallish pine trees, run forward maybe 10 feet and take cover behind another tree, and so on all the way up the hill. Within a couple minutes we were overrun by turkeys coming up the hill, hundreds of them. I was standing in the same place laughing uncontrollably, but my dog was almost having a stroke, and eventually just laid down and started muttering as the turkeys passed us by. Every time a turkey passed, it looked at us and gobbled, and kept running up the hill and taking cover before they could continue their invasion of the hills behind us.
Once the turkeys had gone, I had to sit down because my eyes were covered in tears and my belly hurt from laughing, and I ripped off a piece of cheese and gave it to my dog, who just kind of looked at me in embarrassment, took the cheese in his mouth, and walked dejectedly home.
Eventually most of the turkeys were rounded up, but we had some stragglers living in the hills for at least 10 years, in the middle of the night we would hear quiet gobbles and sqwuacks.
