Yes, spring is a glorious time to be in the woodlands, and fields. I become struck in awe each spring as the new birth of nature becomes unraveled before my eyes! I find nature amazing! Each year the cycle continues forth as naturally programed. I have kept records for years as to when the flowers bloom, migratory birds arrive, etc. The dates are always very close. variances may occur simply because I missed being at the right place on any given day to see the arrival.
Friday, April 15th, I decided on a mid-morning jaunt just to see what I could see. The wild flowers are shooting forth in blossoms. I can’t help taking photos every year of God’s beauties! One area yields fields of our native, Wild Leek, often called Ramps.
Cut Leaf Toothwort
I walked around a bend only to be met by a hen turkey. She wandered away, but not overly scared. I believe a nest was, probably, nearby. I walked along a field’s edge when suddenly three gobbler heads popped up in a slight terrain ravine. I watched as the trio exited the field towards the woodlands. later, I saw another gobbler walking about.
April 16th, found me walking a hillside in the pre-dawn minutes. My purpose was gobbler listening! One of the first sounds I heard was the whistling wings of a Woodcock. I listened to the bird’s descent as well. The next sound is the “snipe” call as they set on the ground hoping to attract a female. I have enjoyed this spring scenario since my youth as my dad pointed this mating ritual out to me so many years ago.
I heard five different gobblers as I walked along. Later a couple of toms opened up on a flat . I moved in to listen. The big birds we not far at all, but multiflora rose leaf out prevented my seeing any turkey activity.
As I listened a hen began clucking behind me as she worked along the hillside’s contour. A gobbler began gobbling. This bird gobbled occasionally as he went upslope towards the other two gobbling birds. Things quieted down, as I theorized the hen with this gobbler reached the two birds above me. I imagined the gobblers strutting to impress her and each other. As I walked out the gobblers started talking again.
Swamp Milkweed (Last year)
Later, I would see five longboards at another locale. No fishing foe me when there are turkeys to see, and hear!
I saw ten deer, and two squirrels today, too
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