The young turkey poults are growing, as my older neighbors used to say, 'like one thing!'
The first time I saw the two hens and their brood, I counted fourteen babies. Now there seem to be eleven -- not bad, considering all the predators out there.
They've learned to be wary -- as soon as I stepped out on the deck to get a picture, they began moving away, without even waiting for their mamas.
I have high hopes for their continued survival!
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