I heard "gobble, gobble" as I sipped my morning dande-ccino (roasted dandelion cappuccino) whilst sitting at my front porch bistro table doing a crossword puzzle!
Looking over the railing I saw this flock of wild turkeys with their poults/chicks meandering over the lawn. I wondered if one of the hens was the one who'd chased me down the trail a few of weeks ago when I'd encountered her on my forest walk. Mama hen was sitting not only on the trail but on a batch of about eight tiny chicks. That mama chased me for a quarter mile to protect her chicks!
These chicks are quadrupled in size to those I'd seen just weeks ago. I counted 17 babies in the combined group of a couple of hens and one tom.
I just love the wildlife that wanders through the common and garden areas of the forest-side condos where I live!
It seems the chicks are old enough that the parents feel the babes can be taken away from the nest to learn how to forage for food like the "big birds".
Wild turkeys are very much like chickens in their habits and body language...only much bigger.
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