Wordless Wednesday Hunting Hawk

 This guy is a ten!

Turkey Day?

 I looked out my window to see a turkey in the garden path.  Okay.  Not unusual.  Then I saw movement and wondered what was going on underneath her.  OH.  Babies.  Very small poults.  I counted eight.  How did they ever fly into the yard?

So, it is late afternoon and the family is still here.  The chicks are really tiny and I am thinking that mama must have laid her eggs in the backyard.  She was hanging around all spring, followed by a male.  I had heard something in the bushes, but figured it was squirrels.  I should open a zoo!