Thursday, October 21, 2010
Chicken at the Door
October must be the start of turkey mating season. The toms are beginning to strut their stuff, fanning their tails, getting red in the face, deepening their voices. All this to impress the hens, who give the impression they couldn't care less. Like kids at a junior high dance, the girls cluster together while the males posture on the other side of the gym, showing off, hoping the chosen girl will say yes.
Down in the valley, October brings fog. Up here, we get early morning and evening ground mists that float through the trees, giving an other-world look to the hills across the way. The moon is full now, and Frank stays out to do a little midnight hunting by its light. He comes in as I'm getting up and sleeps all day. Pearl forgoes the hunt for the comfort of a warm bed at night.