Last week, before the weather finally turned warm, CD happened to look out the window and saw that our local flock of turkeys was on the prowl again. I watched them for a few minutes and decided to see if I could ease myself into their relative confidence for a rather more intimate photo session than I’ve been able to manage so far. Part of my inspiration was that several of the toms were all fluffed up and strutting, and their wattles were engorged with blood and bright red to impress each not only other but also the hens.
It was still cold, so I dressed warmly, but in drab colors, and very slowly, without making any eye contact with any of the birds, ambled through and past them, in the general direction in which they were heading.
Frances, my photo angel, was with me yet again, and they slowly made their way toward and around me during the next 20 minutes, passing calmly within ten feet or so, apparently concentrating much more on impressing each other than on my unthreatening proximity, and providing me with my best opportunity yet to study them up close and personal. What a memorable encounter—and happy Easter to you all!