I was taking photos of my dazzlingly-blue Indigo Bunting visitors at the height of migration season when a male and female Mallard popped into my camera’s viewfinder. Nothing really surprises me anymore around here. A few weeks ago I stood up from my desk to get something from the other room, and I did a double take when I noticed a Wild Turkey staring at me through the window.
The closest swimming hole is about a mile from our house where there’s a small marsh next to a golf course. Maybe they were on their way and wanted to take a break. They waddled across our lawn and into the neighbor’s lawn, but not before the male stopped in a patch of sun—just long enough for me to enjoy his gorgeous iridescent-green head feathers.
