Oh spring, you are here. The wonderfully familiar "Phee-bee" greeted me on the way to the barn this morning. I worry for my little Phoebe knowing they are insectivores. As much as I would rather not see insects this early, I hope there are enough to feed my little bird. They nest on the house and barn so they are constant companions during the warm weather months. Their aerobatics are incredible to watch. They make up for the drab gray of their plumage.
After feeding the boys, the big boys started to bark in the direction of the neighbors pond. I didn't think much of it, since I heard a tractor in the distance. Between pitching forkfuls of manure into the Gator, when I finally got around to glancing in that direction, I saw a line of dark silhouettes slowly strolling across the levee. I retrieved my binoculars and zoomed in on 18 turkeys slowly evading the oncoming machine. Sharp birds that they are, they saw me looking at them and once again adjusted their planned escape route. Their coffee ground brown bodies with a golden chestnut rectangle of tail feathers and bright red throat and waddle were quite a stunning contrast to the dull grays and pale browns of the still dead landscape they were hiking through. Before I know it the parade will be punctuated by gawky looking chicks that always shock me with their ability to fly despite their tiny, immature looking wings. Time flies. Oh how time flies.
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