Ralphie summed it up pretty good. But I will add, if you are familiar with the sound of Sandhill cranes flying overhead, and you think you hear that noise, look to see what direction the turkeys eyes are looking, and then look up with them. There will invariably be something in the sky. Unless they are all looking horizontally- then you will find the predator either on the ground or on a fence.
Mine also make a distinctive sound when they are feeling aggressive. Either towards each other, or towards a chicken. I've learned to not ignore that sound either.
Flashpoint, just wait until they start flying! One will take off and then a bunch will too. It's quite a sight!Well, I hate days where I have to spend most of my time on the phone. Very irritated that my new spotlight did not come with either a battery pack or a charger. Ended up calling the manufacturer, who told me what I needed. By the time I am done, I will have a VERY expensive spotlight! (grrrrrr)
When I could finally take a break and a deep breath, I went out to play with the turkeys. First I hand fed them and then they ate some grain out of their favorite blue Maxwell house container. They apparently love blue - but not so keen on the red containers.
Then they took off flat out racing across the back yard and I took off to catch up (neighbor had his huge dog loose). When I caught up, the daggone turkeys raced back to the back porch. So, I caught up again when they suddenly took off to the opposite corner of the yard where there is a smattering of trees, brush, and some berry bushes - and lots of bugs.
I finally got smart (and tired) and took the riding mower. The two hens and the little tom (going to call him Ironsides - one day to be "Ole Ironsides") went bug and berry picking, but the big tom came up and put his foot on the footboards and acted as though he was going to step on up. I think he might like to go riding one day!
I spent the better part of the next hour chasing them across the yard, turning around and they would chase me back to the pen. Gosh, they ARE fast!
Need to come up with names, but have a block wall going on.
I am open to any suggestions. lol
I surely do not want to call the big tom "Toffee" as my daughter started him out as.
Edited to add: I'm pretty sure the pastor of the little white church across the road is positive I have lost my last marble.....
