|Wild Turkey in a field|
This morning Baby Dog and I watched the usual deer trotting up the lane or bounding across the lane. One suddenly bounced up from lying down in the underbrush in front of us and trotted off. I guess it didn’t like Baby Dog and me as an alarm clock. If it hadn’t moved, we’d never have seen it. The forest cover that’s only a foot or so high hid it perfectly.
As I was leaving the mountain this morning I also found this wild turkey in the field/parking lot across from the ski resort. I’ve seen turkey here fairly regularly over the past week or so, but they were usually too far for a camera without a telephoto lens. This one was closer, so I grabbed a quick shot.
As I was taking the shot, two cars came by, and as far as I can tell, neither saw the turkey. Either they were clueless drivers—entirely possible at that hour—or the sight of a wild turkey parading through a field simply wasn’t interesting enough for them to slow down. I’ve seen lots of wild turkeys and I still enjoy watching them. I can’t imagine driving by without at least slowing down. Even if I haven’t had that first cup of coffee yet.