Take a look at this:
They're a bit hidden up there in the trees.
Tom T. was Chasing Hen T.
round and round on the ground,
until she headed up into the trees.
He followed.
I was out there in the woods
in the early morning hours,
in my robe and pajamas to get
a closer look.
The photos turned out a bit dark,
but I wanted to share them anyway.
It's not every day you see
Turkeys up a tree.
Ah, Sweet Love.
I think he's smitten.
I'm
looking forward to seeing
poults hanging out
in the neighborhood this summer.
Poults?
Yeah, I had to look it up.
Poults are what you call young turkeys.
.JPG)
