I was glad I had brought my long lens. You don't get very close to turkeys. They took off like overloaded 'copters, their wings whooshing, colored leaves flying in their wake. It was magnificent.
Wild turkeys in flight have a rather distinctive profile.
To quote the Stokes' bird guide, in one of my favorite bits of helpful prose, you can't fail to recognize a wild turkey due to their "distinctive turkeylike shape."
The best part is the heads, inclined downward with the effort of lifting 15 pounds off the ground.
He even stopped to wait for me several times. Who's a good boy?