Dressed to impress, these gents were really strutting their stuff yesterday. Looking like a chorus line of fan dancers, no super model could have walked the runway with more seduction. Heads glowing turquoise and wattles throbbing red, these toms marched in slow cadence among perhaps twenty females on the slope in the early morning. It is obviously "ladies' choice" in the turkey world.
What always strikes me so funny is that the ladies are so subtle, feigning indifference to the manly display. Like teenage girls at a sock hop, they must be checking out the boys but won't give them the satisfaction of open admiration. Dejected, one by one the toms folded their tails and decided to keep up their strength and soothe their egos with a bite of breakfast. Later, down in the privacy of the woods, I heard the sounds of the boys "pitching woo." It seemed the ladies had made their choice.