gobbling

the 8 inches of snow on the ground speak of february. but the sound of turkeys gobbling in our woods is pure april. one big, beautiful, clumsy looking bird walked past our window this morning, singing his heart out to any ladies who would listen. he must have recognized the angle of the sun, or the length of the days, and in any case, he surely didn’t care about the snow under his feet. he just knew it was time to make babies.

turkey tail feathers and bittersweet vine