Looking out through the front window I saw
And following behind
then they sensed Cooper and stood stock still
until he gave one of his deep from the chest barks
Fly away turkeys, fly away home
Looking out through the front window I saw
And following behind
then they sensed Cooper and stood stock still
until he gave one of his deep from the chest barks
Fly away turkeys, fly away home
Beyond the Brush 
Love that you told the story of the photos. I had to chuckle the other day when we drove past a home that had a (flock?) or turkeys gathered under a bird feeder hanging from a tree. The turkeys were so big that they could almost reach the bird feeder from the ground.
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Hi Heidi. 🙂 I remember the first winter I was out in the yard and saw a turkey print – it looked like a bird from Jurassic Park had passed through in the night – prints from a turkey on the run are huge and far apart when all you think you have are chickadees and sparrows nesting in the cedars.
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Lovely photo story.
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Thank you, Irene – jut got out there and kept snapping 🙂
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What a lovely sight!
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What a wonderful story! They are so pretty too. I love the feel of the images. Nice, Lynne!
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Thank you, George – a little bit of whimsy. 🙂
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Love these photos. What captures, Lynne!
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When I saw the mamas I raced out the back door and came around on them slowly and got to snap a few before Cooper scared them away.
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It’s challenging to photo birds…
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Adorable Lynne 😀
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🙂
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Well they are safe for now! lol 😉
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I doubt if he could catch one although the older ones are slow to take off. They need to get a running start and it’s comical to see a turkey galloping down the field trying for lift off.
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They are persistent, I’ll give them that lol
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