Parading Poults

One evening as we were turning into our garden plot, two wild turkey hens started to gather up their poults to scurry them to safety.

The poults went through the fence while the hens flapped awkwardly over it.

You can just barely see a mama in the background below.

As we drove through the gate, they were nowhere to be seen.

But once we were out of the truck on the other side of the field, here they came, scurrying through the Spanish needle, rattle-box  and other weeds.

“Which way do we go??”

“This way! And make it quick!”

“I’m right behind you!”

And then they were gone from sight.

We have seen them a couple of times since. Other times, we have just heard them.

Pictures taken through the windshield are never wonderful.

What fun to know you might see a wild turkey when you go to the garden. In fact, you never know what you are going to see!