The turkeys have taken a page from the squirrels' play book. I had barely thrown down the scratch and left the yard when two of the Mafia Boys joined the little girls for breakfast. The three other members of this crew had already started on the birdseed under the big oak. Whatever gives me the crazy idea that I'm in charge? The hen in the left foreground is Lucky. She's the chicken I made the fox spit out. The fox got a mouthful of tail feathers. She got...lucky!
Passing by the open front door in the early afternoon, I noticed this doe standing by the truck, admiring herself in the side mirror. By the time I'd gotten the camera, she'd moved between the front sheds and was just under the windows in the breakfast room. She was aware of my presence, but continued to munch oak leaves without concern. The deer usually come out at dusk, but I've seen a lot more during the daytime lately.
