Hill Country Turkeys in the Spring

Hill Country Turkeys in the Spring

Spring has sprung in the Texas Hill Country. Through the canyons, the gobbling of the turkeys echoes. The males, also known as Toms, strut, expanding their feathers showing off to the hens. A turkey is much more athletic than imagined. Some mornings when I drive down to feed the sheep and work in my garden, turkeys are in the game-proofed enclosure around the lodge and hunting cabin. The game fence is eight feet high for the purpose of protecting my flowers, herbs and fruit trees from the deer. When I arrive, the turkeys run back and forth, seemingly frantic, until they fly straight up and over the fence. They do not take a running start. The mating season as well as the spring turkey hunt begins. Even on the road, the Toms will strut in the middle of the road, oblivious to the danger, somewhat like us humans when we feel lusty. The pecan trees are sprouting, the agarita is in bloom and the trumpet vines are beginning to show green leaves. Spring is my favorite time of the year. I suspect the turkeys like it too.