Wednesday, June 16, 2010
Last night I had moved the cows to the west pasture next to the woods, and when I filled their water tub I accidentally startled the turkeys. The hen flew up into the top of a tall tree. She was so big, it was hard to believe she could fly through the dense branches and make it up so high.
I was wondering what the four poults would do. The mother called to them encouragingly, and they peeped back at her. After a few moments, they all took off and erratically flew up to her. I am pretty sure I was witnessing their maiden flight.
The hen flew from tree to tree, each time calling the chicks to follow her, which they did. I haven't seen them since their flying lesson - I hope they return.