Wild Turkey

Now, don't get to thinking there was a rough night of drinking ... I mean, real, wild turkeys. After another phone call from The Man: "Your turkeys are across the creek" and I hustled up and dashed over there, I managed to sort of get a photo. The buggers spotted me right away, eyeballed me, as you can see, and when I crossed the last gate and down to the creek, they took off running. Yes, running. I thought if I followed them, maybe I could flush them up into flight and it might make a fun photo, but no luck. They high-tailed it off through the pasture. I did find a pretty turkey feather, however.

If I hadn't seen the turkey, then the track, I would have thought it was fake. The tracks are as big as my hand.