My First Turkey

 

Drove slowly by a wheat field. He faced me, tail feathers fanned up, like in pictures.

Three rounded rocks between us.  Wait, not rocks.  His “ladies” with their heads hidden in the new wheat, eating edibles underneath.

He strut-walked towards me determinedly.  Like, what could he do to my car?

But it’s nice to know, some creatures in this world would still die to protect their loved ones.