I very reluctantly dragged myself off the couch to go update Quicken before heading out to the bee yard this morning and was rewarded with the sight of a turkey, strutting and fanning right outside the house. We watched for about 30 minutes and took a lot of pictures. What an exciting start to the day!
Of course, the turkeys have moved up here to partake of the buckwheat seed we sowed last weekend, so that is less exciting. We really want to have enough buckwheat blooming to keep the bees fed. Still, we are enthralled with watching the flock.
We do feel a little sorry for the poor guy — he’s putting on quite a show for the ladies, but they’re more interested in what’s for breakfast. There are 14 hens strolling up to the clearing by the RV, and not one of them even appears to know he exists.
Maybe that’s why his strutting made me think of Macbeth: “Life’s but a walking shadow, a poor player / That struts and frets his hour upon the stage / And then is heard no more ” Macbeth Act V, Scene 5, Lines 2381-2383. He sure is strutting and fretting on his stage, but we do hope to see him again!