It’s early Sunday morning and I am watching a flock of sixteen wild turkeys grandstanding in my yard. Eight toms and eight hens are engaged in a ritual dance of some sort: the boys are strutting their stuff and the girls are prancing around in a flirting match. Tails are spread wide, plumage erect as a symphony of courting cries announce each male’s presence. The female plays a subtler role, … Read More
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