The smaller birds flit around overhead on the feeders, kicking out even more bits for the turks. They are not afraid in the least of these enormous creatures.
How the turkeys can fill up their huge bodies with such small pickings is beyond me. Obviously they must have a lot of regular stops during the day.
There still are about 25 total body count, alive and well, but I wonder what kind of a toll this weather takes on the flock. Is a group of turkeys even called a flock? And I can't believe I am sitting here writing about turkeys in the first place!
They really are beautiful in their own way. The rich browns and tans and exquisite designs of their feathers are hard to see unless you can get really close. Their heads are a sort of red and white mixture, with circles around smallish eyes, giving them a strange, peering look.
I never knew how to tell the males from the females, but the males have these weird tufts that come out of their chests. Cute. The females out number the males something like 8 or 9 to 10. Lucky dudes!