Vermont

His name is Horatio. He has his own harem, I call it, seven or eight female turkeys that follow him around on the farm. Good luck trying to catch him. The last time I tried it he flew up 15 feet or so into the pines behind the barn. Scared me. It is something special to see him fly. One wonders how they can become airborne with all of those long feathers. It is something to behold. He stays in the woods with his "girls" and every so often we hear his very distinct call coming from across the field. I'm surprised the coyotes haven't gotten him. I hope they never do.