We watched this fellow strut up and down the field of a local nature preserve, fanning his tail and preening. He looked over at us once or twice. Seeing no female turkey, it appeared like a practice run. Then, a female turkey casually walked out of the woods, totally ignoring our friend who walked over to make sure she saw him.
The symbol of Thanksgiving, and rumored once to be Benjamin Franklin’s choice for national bird (since realized to be a quote taken out of context), this bird and his lady friend walked into the woods.