Passing Through
Nearly every day...sometimes in the early morning hours, sometimes mid-morning, the Wild Turkeys pass through.
Usually, when I'm out first thing with Moon, they are gobbling up a storm in the woods where they bed down.
Quite often, while I'm in the woods observing the eagles, I see them parade through the brush.
As the two young males led the way, the hens followed....some closer than others.
Once they got past a big patch of herbaceous growth we leave intentionally for cover for the rabbits, they began their search for food.
just seeing, saying, and sharing...
Passing Through
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