Let’s Fan Out, Fellas!

 

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!