Sunday, October 5, 2008

Wild Turkey

Alas, the title of this post does not refer to the kind of bourbon I like to drink. For the record, I prefer Basil Hayden, or Michter's. Yum. Anyway, the other day as I walked through the second parlor - we have two - I just happened to glance out the window to see a rafter of wild turkeys (yes, a group of turkeys is called a rafter) strutting around in the same lot in which the deer of an earlier post were grazing just north of the north yard, or south of the church, whichever pleases you. There they were. And they are kind of eerie when you see them, kind of prehistoric, or at least ancient in feel. Kind of fabulous.

Well, of course, I wanted a photo, but the camera had made its way upstairs. Dang it. I ran and got it, but by the time I got back to the parlor the rafter was gone. (I love my new word!) I just knew they had to be headed up into the woods, so I decided to head them off. I ran like a bat out of hell up through the back yard and then north along the timberline to where they were probably headed. They weren't there. I stood very quietly and heard them carrying on a little to the west. I headed over that way but they heard me. I managed to get some photos, but it was dark in them there woods so the photos didn't come out well.

Did you know that turkeys can fly straight up into the air if they need to and then head the direction they want to go? Did you know that turkeys roost in trees at night? Did you know that great big turkeys look just plain silly sitting at the very tip top of a skinny tree trying to get away from little ol' me?

They're hard to see, but can you see their beedly little eyes glowing?































Turkeys in flight:














Can you see the one turkey sitting in the top of this very skinny tree?

The Nuthatch

Believe it or not, the title of this post does not refer to where I live, or where I should live, although truth be told, both is probably true. No, in this post, nuthatch refers to the newest visitor we have to our bird feeders, and of which I have photos. There are other bird visitors to the new feeder I have now placed in the south yard outside the kitchen door, but I have not gotten out there to take a good look and I'm afraid I'll need a telescopic lens to get decent photos of any birds at that feeder as it is up in the tree.

Tom and I went to Ward's Nursery, a place where I envision myself spending lots of money in the coming years. They have lots of bird feeders, in addition to lots of plants and other goodies for the yard. During my last trip there I bought my new feeder, more feed, and a very good book entitled, "Birds of Massachusetts". This little book has already come in handy. I skimmed through it the other day in order to prep myself for other potential visitors, and danged if I didn't get the book just in time. The next day, as we're sitting having breakfast, I see a bird land upside down on the bird feeder and I new instantly what it was: a White Breasted Nuthatch. These birds climb down trees, upside down, because it helps them find seeds and bugs that birds who look up trees will miss. "Nuthatch" is the English version of of some other language that named the bird describing what the bird does; when they get a seed, they supposedly wedge the seed in a crevice and then hack (hatch) at it to open it.