Maybe it’s the wacky weather, but our tom turkey has hit sexual maturity. (Re: weather. The less said the better, as I would rather not jinx us, but let’s sum up by saying 1* to 63* in 4 days, and all 18 inches of snow is now melted and has moved through our basement.)
Is it all the sun? He has been practicing the traditional pose for about a month off and on (mostly off) but his “on” switch appears to be thrown, and stuck. As I blearily did critter chores pre-coffee this morning, I kept hearing this noise. Pft. Pause. Pfftt. I realized it was the tom. Apparently, he needs to suck in some air to fluff up! Such…puffery!
Of course our hen turkey wants nothing to do with him. She’s escaped the pen twice today.
He: HeybayBEE. You come here often? She: Psst, lady! Get me outtahere!