I look up through the tree branches to see bulbous bodies silhouetted against the forest scenery. The chilly air bites at my cheeks. Slowly the sky lightens, and the figures begin to take shape. Then hen those figures begin to move. A shiver of excitement runs through my body as I see one puff and fan its tail. I know it’s a gobbler.
Before long the cuts and cackles of the hens fill the air. They start off a bit slow with a cluck here and there and then become a bit more boisterous. The big guy, strutting back …read more
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