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Did you say you wanted to see a turkey?

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A couple weeks back Debbie, of ND Domer’s Mom said, in a comment on my post about snowy owls or barns, that she wouldn’t mind seeing a turkey, and I assured her I’d run across a turkey sooner or later.

Hey lady! It’s early and we’re not camera ready yet! Well, except for Ralph over there, he’s a camera hog.

Well, yesterday turned out to be the day.

And in the early morning light they were beautiful.

Showing off my colors while looking for breakfast.

In a weird sort of way.

A face only a mother could love.

And though they were not the reason I was in their park, they turned out to be a feature of the icy walk.

I’m ready for my photo shoot now.

Why was I there? Well, I was trying to confirm whether red winged blackbirds were indeed back, that my loan male visiting my deck wasn’t an anomaly.

What did I find?

Guess you’ll have to wait and see.

What? Am I too early for spring?

Author: dawnkinster

I'm a long time banker having worked in banks since the age of 17. I took a break when I turned 50 and went back to school. I graduated right when the economy took a turn for the worst and after a year of library work found myself unemployed. I was lucky that my previous bank employer wanted me back. So here I am again, a long time banker. Change is hard.

20 thoughts on “Did you say you wanted to see a turkey?

  1. Beautiful feathers, but faces? Hmmm… I can’t tell from the photos, but a few times in the spring I’ve seen the Toms with bright blues faces – just odd! They look like Blue Meanies from the Yellow Submarine movie!

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  2. They really are handsome birds. I rarely see one around here, and have only seen a very few in our hill country. Every time I hear one gobble, I laugh.

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    • Yes they sound so silly. The flock I walked past the morning I was out there didn’t talk, but I was relatively quiet myself. It was early morning. But once I was quite far away from them, maybe 20 minutes later I head them put up a big loud gobble and figured someone else was coming. Yep, a guy with big noisy feet and a really long camera lens came wizzing by me. I figure he probably walked right through their flock upsetting their quiet morning. They are better than a watch dog!

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  3. ‘Don’t let the turkeys get you down’ doesn’t apply here. Ralph is definitely a charmer.

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  4. Wonderful photos of those turkeys. I’ll be waiting anxiously to read what you discovered with the red-winged blackbirds.

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  5. Thanks for the shout-out, Dawn. Yes, I did want to see some turkeys, and here they are! Sadly, they’re not the prettiest of bird, but they strut about so majestically (and even early in the morning, they look just fine for their photo shoot!) Ooh, I do hope Spring is right around the corner — it’s been such a hard winter for me and Monk!

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    • Yes, these turkeys were just for you! I smiled when I ran across them at my park. And Ralph was so obliging to show off. Perfect! I hope spring is soon too but I am reminded of the March we got some very very warm days and the trees budded out and then we got the typical March and early April cold and all the leaves got killed and many of the trees died too….so maybe we need to wait just a few more weeks for the really nice stuff. It’s not nice to mess with Mother Nature. (Do you remember that commercial?)

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  6. Their feathers absolutely glow in the morning light; layers of beautiful colors and textures. I am looking forward to hear about your red winged blackbird investigation. Thank you for sharing! 😊

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  7. Gorgeous. Thank you.

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