(The phone camera is really not up to this.)
This afternoon I looked out and counted twenty-seven turkeys feeding in the field south of the house. Whatever they were eating seemed to be plentiful and tasty. Maybe that, more than the hawks, is why the song birds aren't interested in the feeder.
So I sneaked over to the door, and opened it, which sounds remarkably like a shotgun being cocked, and snapped so quickly my finger was in the way, just as they looked up at the noise, and before they all flew away. If only I could find the camera I wouldn't have to tell you that those little dots are turkeys.