It was Meet & Greet week in our diocese, and the nominees for our next bishop were visiting, meeting people day and night, dining and praying and taking part in all manner of activity. Every time I headed north, south, east or west from the Lodge, I passed a neighbour's stubble field where a turkey flock likes to hang out. Yesterday I spotted about two dozen birds, including a fully feathered turkey cock. No sign of them this morning, when I headed to Concord to meet a friend for lunch and do some shopping for the lake cottage (and Mother's Day!) On the way home, I drove slowly by the field and saw the cock with two hens, obviously trying to impress them with his bulk and his plumage. I stopped and hopped out of the car with my camera. The smaller, skinnier birds darted for the underbrush. Mr. Big remained long enough for me to take several photos, then sauntered off after his women.
I wanted to warn him that it's unwise to make oneself so very conspicuous on the day turkey hunting season opens!
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