Earlier this year…Spring, in fact, and only six days since Brother Crow‘s visit…a single, unaccompanied Tom came to say hello.
Or cluck hello.
A single Tom usually means the Hens are busy with their eggs. We were fortunate enough in our travels to see a proud Hen with some quite young (less than a week old) chicks flurrying around her.
They were grand.
We stopped traffic in both directions though. She was taking them across a road. I encouraged her not to.
She agreed, gathered them, and hurried back into The Wild.
Drivers flashed their lights, gave us a thumbs-up, and waited patiently.
It’s a good thing.
Enjoy.
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