I hear the wild turkeys gobble as they jostle and scratch around the bird feeders in search of tasty bits. The tom, with his rangy snood and beard, cackles at his harem. The hens take notice ~ purr, yelp, kee-kee ~ fluffing their feathers while they forage in my backyard buffet.
My guests are tough birds, as their collective nouns imply ~ a ‘gang’ or a ‘posse’ of turkeys.
Wild turkeys are opportunistically omnivorous ~ they’ll eat just about anything. I can vouch for that. But finding food in winter is a real challenge for a critter with a brain the size of a ping-pong ball.
Today I watched this bull moose of a bird feast on black oil sunflower seeds. Panache with wings.