When the bitter cold winds hit us in January, we fed the hungry.
Judging by their size, the brood of turkeys I almost stepped on this summer are doing well. They come in along the fence, flap their wings and then up and over the fence to get at the feeders in the wee morning hours. (I lightened these photos so you could see them more clearly.)
Through winds and driving snow, the Pres strategically placed corn around the perimeter of our fence to feed our locals who forage regularly.
Isn't it interesting how the fur of a deer repels snow?
Do you share a little extra with Nature's finest?