Well...
Spring is in the air here...
At the house the noise is deafening at night...
From the lake below...
It is frogs croaking so loud all at once...
And...
The turkeys have become a hazard.
I almost was covered in turkey on the way home yesterday morning.
A flock of them running and parading and prancing and showing off ...
The males going nuts...wings out...colours ...feathers splayed...
With a tremendous noise of " GOBBLE! GOBBLE! GOBBLEGOBBLEGOBBLE!!!" ...doing their ritual of intimidation of the other males and attracting the females...
They were everywhere!

My life flashed before my eyes...
And I could see my obituary and the news headline...
" He died as he lived ...with a turkey up his ***..."

Wild turkeys everywhere....
After I plowed through them...on my electric motorcycle ....and they scattered ...
I stopped turned and took a couple of pictures of the only one left ...
He was still doing his dance...
I think it was for me...
Either he saw me as a rival...
Or he thought I looked cute.



And he was a small one.
Most of them are above 40 pounds of bird a piece.

They are not indigenous to the west coast...
But between the wild turkeys and the wild peacocks...
Running roughshod over everyone...
Well...
With no predators...and a mild year round climate...
They multiply rapidly...
And they are fearless....
We have had to put up turkey crossing signs everywhere...
You have to shoo them off the road...
Thick as ticks.
It would be easy to walk one home to the roaster...
Mmmm....turrrkeeeey...
They declared the gabriola wild turkey as "officially on the menu" ...and are a part of the hunting season...
To try to bring their population under control...