These seven gentlemen gobblers were out for a stroll around Bent Tree. This has to be a Trophy Hunter's dream come true!
I don't know why these would be called "wild". They walked right up to me. I would almost be certain that they were asking me for more corn!
Turkeys appriciate a handout on a cold autumn morning.
I found patches wandering the hood alone. Humm??? That's a first. A little older, a little braver maybe. Awe...... our little girl is growing up. (wiping tears from eyes) Might she be a 'mamma' next spring? We'll have to keep our fingers crossed, won't we!?
Patches and her friends munch on hidden feed
Patches and her mom get spooked by someone walking up the street.