Since the warmth has arrived, the wild turkeys have my hillside looking a bit like a pick joint on a bad night. I counted 15 gobblers and only five hens. The other morning the hens had circled their wagons into a small group on the hillside while the overly abundant, overly-horny gobblers marched in full display (as big as hefty bags), doing their "Hans and Frans" and hoping to hook-up.
Winter was kind to the flock but, all those jakes (young male turkeys) that usually die off in the cold will have to become "players" now. The hens have to be loving all the attention. They be all caddie and playing hard-to-get.I wonder what the guys are saying........ ?
"Hey baby, I'm headed over to the manure pile, can I peck some grain up for ya?"
"My beard is bigger than his, pick me"
"Dahm girl, thats a beautiful flap of red skin you got hangin under your beak there."
"Hey Tom, It says on her myspace site that she swings. Wanna go for it?"
Wait ...... they're turkeys.... Oh, Yes they are......never mind.
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