A Popular Hangout

Yesterday afternoon I looked out the bedroom window and saw two turkey hens scratching around beneath the bird feeder. It had been quite a while since they'd visited and I was happy to see they were still around.

A closer look showed what they'd been up to -- each had  a bunch of poults with her.

One  led her brood off as soon as she saw me at the window,  the babies scurrying after her through the tall grass. 

The other hen continued to excavate for birdseed, stopping now and again to keep an eye on me. I counted at least 14 poults in all and there may well have been more.

 A little later, I looked out to see if the turkeys were still there.  No, they weren't . . .

 But Ali Ali and a reckless young raccoon were.

 I'm in a tight spot now! says the reckless young raccoon.

 

 Gotta get out of this place . . .

 Luckily, Ali Ali allowed himself to be called away and put inside . . .

And the reckless young raccoon scuttled for the safety of the nearest tall tree.