Up here, wild turkeys provide the percussion for the Spring and Fall orchestra of songbirds and frogs. Sometimes, one group will gobble from the south side of our house while another flock replies from the north. The call and response will beat in the background for hours. Not loud and annoying but peaceful and at ease with the world. There aren’t any predators when they make such contented sounds.
The handsomest sound of all comes when a Tom or two puffs up to 3 times their size and sidles up to a hen on a gravel road. Their wings are extended so stiffly downwards that they drag on the loose rock sending silvery shimmers of sound sliding up and down the hillside.