As we approach the end of summer, I enjoy the cooler mornings and evenings, the golden light and the birds.
We made a short trip to the foothills in pursuit of some wild turkeys. My son and I have had on our radar these ugly yet wonderful looking birds. Luck must have been on our side.
We were driving on a backroad in our glorious mountains when my son said he spotted something move, but I did not pay too much attention to what he said. I ventured down the road a little further and decided to turn around as I wanted to head back to where we were coming from. On our way back, to the left of us in an open field were a group of turkeys pecking there way through the tall grass. We pulled off the side of the road and immediately my son says, “I told you I saw something move.”