Sunday we got a dusting of snow. We saw a couple of birds playing in the bushes, with one trying to fly into our (closed) window. Silly bird. When we left to visit Gram, our front porch looked like this:
It's like one of those crazy diagrams teaching you how to dance, complete with complicated moves:
and wing sweeps only for the birds:
when turkeys fly
About a week ago, before the frigid temperatures hit, I saw a turkey on my way to work. I had been worried about them, not having seen them since before Thanksgiving, though Scott said he saw them a few times since then.
Last time we saw them, they were congregated in our yard, 20+ strong. I think it was a convention, or a pre-mating opening ceremony:
I had just pulled into our driveway and hurriedly grabbed my camera and called Scott. He circled 'round the back of the house and casually walked towards them so they'd fly between us:
