Wild turkey
The May chill continues, and though I'd really like to get up and out early to do a local warbler check, it's simply not the right weather for singing. So, I let the songbirds sleep late, and I settled in with a cup of hot coffee and watched the natural world try to stay warm. In short order, I noticed that I had company: a female Wild Turkey. Usually, our local birds arrive in groups, but this hen came alone, with neither a male escort nor a collection of poults in tow. As I ate breakfast, she did as well, scratching the leaf litter for unwary bugs and last autumn's now frost-sweetened acorns. I hope she appreciated the offerings as much as I was grateful for the sighting.