Springtime Strutting, Wattling along

 "Spring won't let me stay in this house any longer!

 I must get out and breathe the air deeply again."             Gustav Mahler            

What an unexpected surprise! Right on a paved road, straddling between two houses by the woods.

I missed the sunrise "gobbling lull" of the toms' cries announcing, I'm here. Pay attention,

By afternoon when I was out walking with Cam(era), the harem had arrived.

                                                                  

           
                                     

 Oh Wise One
 Which one shall I choose?

The Dating Game Show- Choose Me!

If I groom myself, maybe she'll pick me.

Poor dudes— the turkeys on steroids were strutting, wattles extended, feathers fluffed, tails fanned. To no avail...

All this swagger wore us out. 

Resting up. Tomorrow's another day...