Early Morning Visitors

Every spring and fall we get wild turkeys.  They arrive in groups (flocks?) of 20-30, scouring the pastures for bugs and other tasty treats.  I don't know where they go in winter and summer, but they only visit our house in spring and fall. 

This morning, I saw that they had returned.  There was a gang of more than 20 turkeys making their way through the pastures.  The toms were strutting their stuff, feathers fluffed up and gobbling away.  I had to get a picture. 

Our house has a wrap around porch, so I went out the door opposite from where the turkeys were.  I then proceeded to sneak around the side of the house.  I didn't want to scare the turkeys off.



Sneaking up on the turkeys.


My cunning stealth was working!  The turkeys hadn't even noticed me.  The toms were still busy displaying for the hens.  This was going to be a great picture.

I started slowly moving into position, trying to get the best angle without scaring the turkeys away.  Just as I was about to snap The Perfect Shot, a hurricane of toddler proportions went blasting past me, gleefully yelling: "Mommy, Mommy!  Look!  Turkeys!  Gobble, gobble!"  My daughter had followed me out onto the porch.  And she was not using her inside voice.  The turkeys scattered and my perfect shot was gone...

Even the horse looks startled.

Oh well, maybe they'll be back tomorrow.