I heard the gobble-gobble the day I got up here, so knew there were turkeys somewhere nearby. A couple days later I was walking around with the new awesome camera when I was surprised to see a little squad of 6 turkey hens wandering a couple hundred feet away, pecking at the ground for breakfast.
Later, when I was making lunch in the cabin, I was surprised to see the hens, joined by 2 toms, wandering around the hilltop.
The toms came first to the back door, and then to the front, gobbling fiercely and pumping themselves up to make sure I didn’t get any ideas about messing with the hens.
Not a problem, guys.
When the tom puffs up their feathers, there is a sound like the wind drumming on stretched canvas. Their feathers are multicolored in the sun, depending on the angle of view.
There is no getting around the fact that though beautiful, wild tom turkeys are creepy looking bad-ass mother fuckers.