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)
Wild Turkey On Mt. Lemmon — Image by kenne
Wild Turkey Portrait — Image by kenne
Wild Turkey #9 On Mt. Bigelow In The Santa Catlina Mountains (Note tag on back of the turkey) — Images by kenne
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.
