Tag Archives: turkeys

All present and accounted for.

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It’s turkey season.

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And that doesn’t bode well for our fine feathered visitors.

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Momma brought her seven babies for their first nosh under the bird feeders a few months ago…

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And they’re all still with her.

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You go momma.

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They’re comical birds to watch.

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Like big brown chickens who gobble instead of cluck.

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Though her babies are almost full grown, momma is still vigilant…

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And takes off at the slightest perceived threat.

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Picture of pretty backyard trees included… just because I can.

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A rare sighting.

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No, it’s not me eating a meatless meat patty or getting down with the free Billy Ocean album the husband’s playing to torment me in his barn, man cave large building filled with crap.

It’s this:

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Eight baby turkeys on the run, headed straight for our bird feeders.

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Momma brought them up for a nosh for the very first time since we’ve lived here.

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And that, my friends…. deserves a blog.

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The little guys were so sweet.

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Scratching the ground and pecking for seed.

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They stayed close to mom.

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And braved the great wide open for a snack.

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When mom looked wary?

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Babies did as well.

And a few seconds after this riveting video that will cause my new found legion of YouTube fans to flee….

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Momma got spooked and gathered her chicks.

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Funny thing was, all the babies ran one way and she ran the other.

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The chicks gathered.

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Huddled, and plopped right down to wait.

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When the coast was clear, momma called.

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They ran back.

And before I could focus?

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Everyone went flying for the woods.

 

 

Random wildlife shots.

 

Because it’s time to clear out the photo files again.

 

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Momma chuck has been packing on the pounds with an eye toward winter..

 

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But it doesn’t stop her from scrambling up and over the rock wall quicker than I can move my shutter finger.

 

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I have a feeling at least one of her two remaining offspring will be sticking around when the snow flies.

 

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I keep catching him rooting around under the daylilies, filling his mouth with dead leaves and making off for parts unknown with nesting material.

 

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Last year’s fawn comes every night, and since his new antlers are decidedly unbranched, I’ve taken to calling him the antenna buck. Because I’m old… and remember when you had to wiggle those things every afternoon to watch Dark Shadows.

 

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Though these next two pics were at the outermost limit of my zoom, I’m including them because we rarely see momma turkey and her young.

 

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She raises them in the woods and neighboring meadows, never crossing our large expanse of open lawn.

 

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And finally, a few Bambi shots.

 

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Because they’re so damned sweet, I can’t help it.

 

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Cape Cod Day 8…. turkeys, traffic and booze. The way most of our vacations end.

 

Day 8 dawned bright and sunny and it was time to pack up and head for home. Of course packing means different things to men and women. It takes me considerable time…. seeing that I actually unpack my suitcases and put things away.

Remember? Me unpacked…

 

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Husband’s idea of unpacked…

 

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Men.

You really are a separate species.

 

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The local turkey brigade came to wish us farewell.

 

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And soon we were crossing the famous Sagamore Bridge and leaving Cape Cod.

 

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It was a wonderful trip, and we enjoyed every minute of it. So much to see and do…. I’m sure we’ll go back someday.

Next step?

 

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Boston.

 

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And it’s horrible, absolutely inescapable, bumper to bumper traffic. If you can avoid it?

By all means, do so.

Cruising into New Hampshire on I-95 means one thing. The New Hampshire State Liquor store…. no tax!

 

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If we drive to our vacation? We stop here on the way back…. you almost have to. It’s like a rite of passage for New Englanders.

Snow.

Lobster.

And tax free booze.

What’s not to love?

 

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My haul this time included a few Game of Thrones inspired Johnnie Walker Christmas presents.

Ho, Ho, Ho!

And here’s a bone I’ll throw to all my food lovers.

Lunch.

 

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At a riverside restaurant.

 

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With an amazing beer selection.

 

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And a list that went on and on and on…

 

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To heck with the food…

 

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I could just happily sit there and drink all day.

 

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But yes, food.

 

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Homemade chicken tenders and side salad for the husband.

 

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And a massive portion of Truffle fries to accompany my chicken Caesar salad wrap.

So there you have it, the November Cape Cod trip.

The end.

Finito.

Done!

 

 

While I realize it took me until January 20th to finish this series, as I sit here typing this… I still have over 2 weeks worth of Williamsburg, Virginia Christmas vacation photos to sort through and post. So don’t be surprised if you’re seeing Santa and his reindeer right through April….

You’ve been warned.

 

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UFC – turkey division

 

Have you ever seen a turkey smackdown?

I hadn’t, and to be honest….

I’m not anxious to see it again.

When there’s snow on the ground, we get wild turkey visitors. They come in for the bird seed that falls under the feeders and while the husband will shoo them off due to the copious amounts of poo they leave behind….

 

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I usually enjoy their comical turkey antics.

Until yesterday.

When it turned into a brawl.

 

 

It went on for what seemed like forever.

 

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Two combatants, who I assume were males fighting for spring mating rites…

 

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Went at it hard and heavy.

 

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They bounced, and flew, and scrambled, and chased each other all over the back yard…

Until this happened.

 

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Not sure if you can tell by the picture…

 

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By one bird literally had his beak down the throat of the other.

They seemed to be stuck… and were thrashing like crazy.

It was horrible to watch.

 

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While I usually don’t interfere in nature, after what seemed like an eternity I finally went outside and made some noise.

It startled them and thankfully they broke apart.

I’m sorry, but no amount of sex is worth that!

 

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I believe it.

Damn!

Those little buggers are mean.