As I was making breakfast in the kitchen this morning, Misha The Formerly Very Shy Dog shot out of the bedroom and raced to the front door, barking her fool head off, as she is wont to do. Of course, Milady followed her to see what the ruckus was all about. Sometimes Misha is announcing that there is someone at the door; more often, the cause is unknown. We speculate that a leaf dropped onto the driveway — the neighbor’s driveway, or perhaps on the other side of the lake.
Misha is an ALERT watchdog.
A few minutes later I glanced out the window and saw the cause of her excitement.
A second photo with a little tweaking reveals this:
I never saw a wild turkey for the first 20 or so years we were here; in the past few weeks I have seen as many as in the last eight. Wild turkeys everywhere! Occasionally a small flock grazing in last year’s cornfield, more often just one thinking of crossing the road. This is the first one I have seen on our property (although Bear (R.I.P.) once tangled with a flock at the end of our driveway (unobserved by me) and carried the scars to prove it).
Here in the Great North Woods, the excitement never stops.