Tracks

When it snows out here, all those hidden creatures that you know live out here, but never see [or rarely, anyway] leave tracks.  Here is actual evidence of their existence and recent visits.   This is a pretty busy place.

I found these tracks in the snow next to the studio.   I think they're chipmunk or vole tracks.  

They ran along the rock wall where I have some alpine strawberries planted.    Poor thing was probably looking for a snack. 

Later, on a walk, Lily noticed these tracks going down the road.   I was glad I had the camera.

Turkey.

Turkeys

Our turkeys are quiet and shadowy residents of the woods.   They come out to forage or cross the road when no one is looking.  They spook easily.   If you happen to come upon them, you have time only to say, 'Look!  Turkeys!' and then they're gone.   If you really surprise them in a clearing, you might see them fly for a few yards into the woods.  [Which always makes me think of WKRP in Cincinnati  'As God is my witness, I thought turkeys could fly.']

We were lucky to spot these on the road and have the camera at hand.  Claire snapped the pics as this bunch hurried into the trees.  

Turkeys

We were driving down the road the other day and happened upon a turkey displaying for his girlfriend.

We see these every year, but this time we happened to have the cameras with us and got a few pics.   They're not great because that guy was way way down the road, but they are indeed photographic evidence of all those feathers.








We thought from his stance that his girlfriend was on the right side of the road, but  she was actually on the left side of the road.  

I imagine that if we had stayed for another 15 minutes, he would have turned around a few times.   Unfortunately he made us late for an appointment as it was.

It was worth it.