LEK: A gathering or congregating, as in sport; as many as fifty birds gathered together.
Just as the Prairie Chicken has its `Booming Grounds' so to do turkeys (wild and domestic) search out sites to meet up, so as to take the measure of one another's snoods and engage in neck-wrapping, knockdown dragouts to compete for the available hens. Unfortunately, this behavior rarely comports with `domestication'...
Our neighbors have turks. They are at a distance of ten acres to our east. Every so often, when the evening is quiet enough, our toms will gobble with their toms. However, their flock has recently decided to march down the road daily to our place and, `presto', spontaneous lek. What a pain. As our guys are only out of their run/pen when we're out most of the brouhaha is limited to trilling and fence charging. The following is is brief photographic essay of the activity. The Big Slate in the dog pen is recovering from having a chunk of caruncle torn off by an Osage Orange thorn (didn't want him getting picked at).
Here they come:
Visiting with our wounded Slate
Rubbing our tom's snoods in it
We thought they had taken off and let our guys out - little did we know (our Slate and Royal ganging up on the little Spanish). Soon seperated and repenned.
The neighbors have promised to lock their gate, but I'm reading up on `fast and loose' fish and propietary estoppel (might just claim them all).
Just as the Prairie Chicken has its `Booming Grounds' so to do turkeys (wild and domestic) search out sites to meet up, so as to take the measure of one another's snoods and engage in neck-wrapping, knockdown dragouts to compete for the available hens. Unfortunately, this behavior rarely comports with `domestication'...
Our neighbors have turks. They are at a distance of ten acres to our east. Every so often, when the evening is quiet enough, our toms will gobble with their toms. However, their flock has recently decided to march down the road daily to our place and, `presto', spontaneous lek. What a pain. As our guys are only out of their run/pen when we're out most of the brouhaha is limited to trilling and fence charging. The following is is brief photographic essay of the activity. The Big Slate in the dog pen is recovering from having a chunk of caruncle torn off by an Osage Orange thorn (didn't want him getting picked at).
Here they come:

Visiting with our wounded Slate

Rubbing our tom's snoods in it

We thought they had taken off and let our guys out - little did we know (our Slate and Royal ganging up on the little Spanish). Soon seperated and repenned.

The neighbors have promised to lock their gate, but I'm reading up on `fast and loose' fish and propietary estoppel (might just claim them all).
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