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When I opened the shades on Saturday morning I let out a little shriek.
This female turkey was roosting comfortably in one of my flowerbeds.
If you recall, last summer a turkey and her five poults visited my yard daily. The poults are so cute when they’re small and they make the coolest cooing and cheaping noises. Unfortunately three of them were eventually hit by a car and killed.
Some of the turkeys in our neighborhood live in a city golf course about a half-mile from our house. I didn’t know if last year’s turkey visits were a fluke, or the start of a regular occurrence.
I guess I have my answer.