A Tale of Fowl Play


Aw c'mon, you'd have said it too. ; ) 

Rumor has had it that a wild turkey or two had been spotted out back.  Until now I had been unable to verify the reports because by the time I got the camera loaded and ready  to the window they had ambled off across the road.  

 

Not this time.  This pair hung out under the fruittrees for several minutes until…

 

..one of the local killer birds caught a glimpse.  And he was on it pronto.  I have long heard that a hawk could take out a chicken, but all those years we free ranged our hens none ever attempted, though many circled.  The only thing I have seen a hawk actually fly off with was a snake, for which I was exceedingly grateful. It surprised me that it would hone in on the other birds with such vigor and speed since they were all the same size. But that it did, swooping low under the branches prepped for attack. 

 

The pair of what we now think are some sort of pheasant rather than turkeys (being without wattles and sporting a ring neck instead) scurried deep into the underbrush and haven't been seen since. 

The bird of prey left empty handed. For which I am once again exceedingly grateful.  I get the whole circle of life deal.  I just don't want to have to see it in action. 



    

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