It was a chilly day after the last snow. As the untouched powder adorned the yard beautifully, Moon and Copper were sound asleep on their beds in the house, when I saw the dark mass.
Preparing breakfast on the island, the Pres had his back turned toward the kitchen window while I had already quietly slipped away to get "zoomer". When I returned, the large dark bird was still parading around on top of the stone wall before jumping down to ground level.
Placing my hand on the Pres' shoulder I said, "Honey, turn slowly and look out the window." A jake, a young male turkey, was leaving footprints in our powder as he pecked away at the bird seed.
Don't you just adore those little tiny hairs on his head?
Kind of goofy...LOL!!