A flock of wild turkeys visited my bird feeder this winter. On and off, I’ve seen turkeys in the arroyo below me, but my windy ridge never attracted them before. This winter, up to 30 came at a time to peck at seed on the ground, but now it’s spring and they’ve gone home to the arroyo.
Mostly.
Lately, one lone bird had reappeared. There was a short turkey hunting season recently, and I heard shots in the forest, so I suspect that scattered his buddies.
He’s a nervous thing, barely grabbing a few seeds between periods at high alert. Being a lone turkey is a tough job. I enjoy his visits, but I hope he’ll find his way home to his flock soon.