Longtime readers know that turkey encounters are fairly common in my neighborhood, but I was treated to something special this week. Their mating ritual normally stops when we appear, but they were really frisky that day, because I was 30 feet away from them with my camera, and they seemed ambivalent. If only I’d had time to grab my zoom lens.
They strutted and stomped, she lay and retreated, and the dance continued, while I watched like I was Marlin Perkins of the neighborhood. Thing One was able to enjoy some of it with me since we were headed to his bus stop when we encountered this scene in the middle of the road. They made me think of Smokey Robinson and the Miracles…..the dominant tom with his backups had a very Motown performance vibe to it.