Turkeys on Parade

We passed these handsome fellows on our way down the hill, while going into town today. The toms haven't been around here for awhile. We see the hens on a different hillside almost every day. These guys were preening and strutting their stuff, practicing for the day when they will meet up with the girls. We rolled the windows down and Nathan, one of our grandsons started calling to them from the backseat. The turkeys started gobbling back and really talking turkey. We couldn't tell if they thought Nathan was their competition or just one of them. Either way, we told Nathan, that meant he was a turkey.