I was woken up this morning by the gobble gobble of a rafter of wild turkeys: so loud. The rather significant population of
Meleagris gallopavo around Vinoland have been quite active the past few weeks. I have spotted up to a dozen turkeys hanging out on a neighbours driveway when Vinodog 2 and I have been on one of our walks. This morning, though, they were right outside my bedroom window. So loud!
It was a cool, foggy and still morning, so this particular young tom-turkey didn't seem to notice me sneaking up on him, in my pyjamas, with my camera. However, he wouldn't cooperate and keep still, he just kept strutting his stuff and gobbling - loudly. I'm just glad that there are no grapes on the vines because a flock of this size could do some real snacking-damage.
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Back to the 'old' days when your writing inspired and entertained; very cool story wrapped with a pajama bow!
NHW: I admit, I have been uninspired for a while, it is hard to come up with ideas after 1,355 posts. Fortunately, for my tired imagination, Mother Nature helps me out now and again :)
He was too busy laughing.
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