Look at the grub in the neighbor’s yard!
Let’s fan out and investigate! Cracked corn!
Yummy! Strutting about with fanned tail feathers,
Tom turkey replies: look at me! Let’s go!
The hens heed the gobbling. With a
great fanfare of clucks, purrs and
gobbles, the hens and toms swagger
over to the feast awaiting them.
They leave the open woodlands, their
preferred habitat. With a swagger
and strut, the gobblers head to forage
the neighbor’s yard. Sounding to the jakes
and poults, the wild turkeys parade and swoop.
With wattles and caruncles, they make a
mad dash for the feast awaiting them. Tom
turkey says to pay the neighbor no heed for
he feeds us and enjoys watching. Fellas, let’s
scarf this meal. Hey, look at me, Tom fans
his tail feathers as he vies for the hens’
attention. They finish the last morsels.
With a flurry of activity, some strut or
fly to the woodlands for the night. We’ll
roost in yonder trees! Tomorrow is
another day for us! What a feast we had!