Okay, so far just one; Gladys.
Gladys has been coming around the past few days. Every year, as Spring approaches, we’ll have a single Turkey come by.
We think the single turkey – this year it’s Gladys – is an advance scout. Maybe an advance guard.
But then again, Turkeys. She could’ve simply tired of all the other hen’s gobbling – it’s turkey gossip, you know, all that gobbling. And the things they say! – and needed some time by herself.
Whatever, Gladys has been stopping by, inspecting our yard, making sure the proper amount of seed is available, making sure all the other Old Ones are playing nice, keeping things sorted. One year Agnes aka The Aginator aka The Turkinator literally patrolled the yard. Whenever there was a wildlife skirmish, she was right in there keeping the peace.
And Turkey forbid someone should near her private pile of seed. Chippie War Dance time, that.
We’re making sure Gladys gives our yard her claw of approval.
One can never have too many Turkeys, you know.
Say hello to Gladys, folks.