Mt. Lemmon Wild Turkey — Image by kenne
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Wild Turkey #9 On Mt. Bigelow In The Santa Catalina Mountains (Note tag on the back of the turkey) — Images by kenne
Wild turkey # 9
Sounded a yelping warning,
I was in her sight.
Maybe a decoy
No sign of other turkeys,
Yelping continues.
— kenne
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Wild Turkey On Mt. Lemmon — Image by kenne
TURKEYS
The turkeys wade the close to catch the beesIn the old border full of maple trees
And often lay away and breed and come
And bring a brood of chelping chickens home.
The turkey gobbles loud and drops his rag
And struts and sprunts his tail and then lets drag
His wing on ground and makes a huzzing noise,
Nauntles at passer-bye and drives the boys
And bounces up and flies at passer-bye.
The old dog snaps and grins nor ventures nigh.
He gobbles loud and drives the boys from play;
They throw their sticks and kick and run away. —John Clare (1793-1864)
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Wild Turkey On Mt. Lemmon — Image by kenne
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Wild Turkey Portrait — Image by kenne
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Wild Turkey #9 On Mt. Bigelow In The Santa Catalina Mountains (Note tag on the back of the turkey) — Images by kenne
Wild turkey # 9
Sounded a yelping warning,
I was in her sight.
Maybe a decoy
No sign of other turkeys,
Yelping continues.
— kenne
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Capturing The Moment — A Wild Turkey With Her Chicks On Mt. Lemmon 1 comment
I first spotted the wild turkey under a pine tree along the Meadow Trail on Mt. Lemmon. There are several chicks with her, which are difficult to see as they walk near the Mt. Lemmon Sky Center.
If you look carefully, you can see three chicks in the weeds to the left of her.
Click an any of the thumbnail images to see the complete gallery — Images by kenne
Wild turkey with chicks,
Small in size cutting through weeds,
Follow her rear.
Hers, a graceful stride,
Chicks scurry not far behind,
Picking at the ground.
I follow awhile,
As she eyes my every step,
Shooting without gun.
kenne
