I was outside Saturday at sunset waiting for our turkeys to fly up into the trees for the night. They were a bit late, so I walked up the driveway and didn’t see them. Coming back down, the first hopped up from behind our neighbor’s fence, and we were equally surprised. Then 2, 3, 4 were on the fence. Apprensive of me, they didn’t drop down to walk across the driveway as usual – they flew one at a time directly from the fence into the trees. By now the other 5 knew something was up, and they flew straight from behind the fence.
Last evening the group faced a different challenge, and caucused in the snow storm discussing the best flight path. They walked back up the driveway, presumably to fly in from the plowed road.
Good Morning Gloucester 