courting dance

Yesterday the weather was lovely, and the turkeys thought so, too. A flock of them came much closer to the house than usual. I went carefully and slowly to get the camera, and for once they didn't all head for the woods as soon as I came to the window.

When the tom began trailing a wing for this hen, the others all went farther downhill and continued eating.

She circled with him:

And crouched:

He is a fine fellow, isn't he?

But she seemed to lose interest and went back to her lunch in spite of his display:

Soon, they rejoined the rest of the flock and gradually disappeared.