Stories of life on our farm in Northwest Georgia where every day is an adventure in this beautiful spot that God has entrusted to our stewardship.
Monday, September 23, 2013
Ignoring the Call of the Wild
I was having coffee on the back porch the other morning when I heard turkey noises coming from out where our turkeys shouldn't be, so I walked over to the fence to look.
This is what I saw. (I had the camera handy as I often do while eating breakfast outside.)
I grabbed a telephoto lens to get a closer look. This flock of wild turkeys was strolling down through Kara's Pasture next to the Home Pasture where our two turkeys are. They sort of flowed through the fence into the Lower Pasture, not in a hurry at all, calling something friendly-sounding that I think meant, "Oh playmates, come out and play with us."
They kept calling as they went across the pasture, down into the creek, and disappeared into the woods.
Our turkeys were busy grazing, not even looking or paying attention to their wild cousins. So much for the "call of the wild!"