If at first you don’t succeed…
We’re coming up on our three year anniversary in our new house and there’s been one constant since the day we moved in.
Specifically wild turkeys. Sometimes it’s only one or two, sometimes, as is the case now that mating season is ramping up, the flocks have been much larger. I’ve counted as many as 22 turkeys marching through our yard.
Along with the turkey constant, comes my desire to be able to capture a few decent photos of them. So, over the last few days whenever I’ve heard the males gobbling in the woods near the house I’ve rushed to grab my camera in hopes of getting a few good images before the turkeys are on to me and rush off into the woods again. This can be tough, having them so close to the house(the “shade” in the photos is actually the shadow of my house), as well as having so many pairs of eyes on the lookout for danger. And all it takes is one pair of those eyes to catch me lurking about and that’s it, off they go. No more strutting toms with their tail feathers in a fan, no more groups of hens wandering about, they are off like a rocket.
Luckily for me I know they’ll be back tomorrow.