out from the dark woods
onto white fields the turkeys
venture to forage
The next day, around midday, there they are again, closer to the road. I stop and take more photos. I love the contrast of the dark woods and the dark turkeys against the white snow. The toms have this funny fringe at the base of their necks, and they are larger and darker than the hens. I think they are quite handsome birds, really, with their iridescent feathers. I have a stash of their feathers in a gourd vase, gathered on walks along Pilgrim Creek and some from our yard where the turkeys also venture out of the woods to feed in the grasses.
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