Sometimes wishes come true. We have had a months-long dry spell here in eastern Nebraska, the ground cracking visibly. There was a slight dusting of powdery snow a few days ago, but only about an inch, and it pretty quickly disappeared, hardly adding enough moisture to the parched earth to make much difference. I have been wishing fervently for more significant precipitation, and yesterday it finally came to pass. It started around 9:30 in the morning and continued until probably around 3 am today. When I went out to shovel the driveway, I heard the unmistakable chittering and cooing of turkeys calling softly to each other, a sound I haven’t heard for a couple of months. I spied a flock of ten toms slowly working their way in my direction, so I slowly went back into the garage, put the shovel down, hurried inside, grabbed my camera, and slowly made my way back outside, standing very still and very quietly near the foot of the driveway.
These birds are not put off much at all by the proximity of someone who is not too near and not acting in any threatening way, and they continued their progress past me and onward, a few of them actually passing within about eight feet of me.
Just the day before yesterday, my photo buddy Mike Powell out in northern Virginia published a post with a photo of a Mallard standing on one foot on a patch of ice, which he entitled “Cold Duck,” and I’m happy to provide a friendly nod to Mike for his idea, which I’m taking the liberty to borrow, as it seemed quite appropriate here, as well. It’s been quite a while since I’ve posted twice in the same day, but I just had to share this with you while it’s fresh. Please click on an individual photo for a higher-resolution image.