Yesterday, one stood beside a driveway in my town. I ventured close for a photo (seen above). The bird payed me little heed.
On another occasion, I crept near a group—or peck— of them. They were moving among woods. They saw me and attacked. I beat a hasty retreat.
Once I parked in the driveway at a friend’s property. Turkeys moved about his yard. I ignored them and went into the house. Later I approached my car. Half a dozen turkeys stood on the hood, roof, and trunk. They had crapped all over my car, including the windshield. I drove to a car wash. Cleaning the mess required two washings.
In spite of those episodes, I enjoy watching turkeys. The same is true of birds in general.
Bird watching enhances a person’s well being.
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