we have been enjoying the cautious company of two wild turkeys, all summer long. They seem to be two males (which is doubtful) or two females with beards (some females do have them), or a friendly couple, one male, one female (one seems to be a bit larger than the other), who take long walks in the morning, afternoon, and early evening, foraging in the garden for whatever seeds and seed pods may have been left behind.
When startled they would launch into what I think of as synchronized running, much like swimmers indulge in, in the Olympics, but so perfectly in sync you have to realize at last how locked into the larger Brain these birds really are. Like starlings, all wheeling at once, turkeys follow each other in perfect step. Fascinating to watch.
But now that turkey season is upon us, I no longer see them. Now and then you will hear something that sounds a lot like a howitzer going off, here and there along the road below us, or deep in the woods. Ive not seen either of them for about two days, and this after a steady stream of visits for five months. Yes, they were just turkeys, but they were familiar. I miss them.