Rainbows, shmainbows. Turkeys! Baby turkeys!
So, before you ask, no, I don’t think that’s the turkey who spent the winter sleeping (and pooping) on our front porch. I mean, what do I know from turkeys, but I know we had more than one adult turkey hanging around, and I don’t think this is the one who chose us.
They seem to spend most of their time in the neighbor’s yard behind us. As we were walking by the other day, two of the neighbors were out trying to herd one of the baby turkeys back towards the house. The mama turkey and the rest of the babies were on the roof of their house, and the last baby was cheeping and scurrying around their yard because it couldn’t fly quite high enough.
It was cute. Baby turkeys are cute.