Poults

Wednesday is trash day here. And as I was taking the can to the curb I spooked mom Turkey and her young.

Seeing big scary me they scrambled out of the mini-meadow into the woods. Where mom kept a wary eye on me from among the trees. The poults nowhere to be seen.

Look closely and you'll see seven sets of prints. Mom and six chicks.

I know they're out there.

I'll be watching. And ready with a camera. Hopefully getting more than just footprints.