They come slowly into the clearing, a study in brown -sinking into the snow-covered field. Males in their prime and full of life. The jakes arrive from the other side of the clearing – young and light on their feet. The two groups of males met at the feeding area – breakfast provided by the biologist. We sat unmoving, watching their dignity – the displays of feathered tails. Our binoculars focus on the beards and spurs. and we admire their length on the adults.
(The photos of Wild Turkeys are from Wikimedia Commons. Click on the image to see the original)