Wild Turkeys: Meleagris gallopavo

Minutes ago two hens and 15 poults walked down the driveway and then along the walk at the back of the house, picking at seeds and insects as they passed. Blue watched them through the window, wondering just what the parade was for. He shook his head which flapped his long ears which sounded like thunder and all the turkeys jumped into the sky with a quick thunder of their own. The birds regathered and the procession continued at the end of the meadow.IMG_6333 [click photo for a larger version]

About Scott Abbott

Ph.D. in German Literature from Princeton University, 1979. Then I taught at Vanderbilt University, BYU, and Utah Valley State College. At Utah Valley University, I'm Director of the Program in Integrated Studies and former Chair of the Department of Humanities and Philosophy. My publications include a book on Freemasonry and the German Novel, two co-authored books with Zarko Radakovic (published in Serbo-Croatian in Belgrade), and translations of a book by Austrian author Peter Handke and of a catalogue of an exhibit called "The German Army and Genocide." More famously, my children are in the process of creating good lives for themselves: as a model and manager, as a teacher of Chinese language, as a watershed scientist and science writer, as a jazz musician, as a corrections officer, as university students, and as parents. I share my life with UVU historian Lyn Bennett and our yellow dog Blue. Some publications at http://works.bepress.com/scott_abbott/
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One Response to Wild Turkeys: Meleagris gallopavo

  1. Scott Abbott says:

    Posted for Michael Roloff:
    ​I recall their flying across rather narrow Wills Canyon in the Sacramentoes (Simcoe County, N.M.) gobbling like they were going for the candy! Start of hunting season with the first murderous Texan tresppassing and you don’t see them again until the Texans leave! I had really wanted to eat wild turkey and so bought myself a tag, the one time a group appeared while I was resting in some dead foliage and had my over-under with me, one move on my part and off they whirred! – “Poults” a new word for me! Thunderous ear flopping Blue a kiss for his frust!​

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