This is about my front yard and my battle to save it from a scrub turkey.
This guy:
Has a lot of avian testosterone flowing through his veins [sorry about the pic but he doesn't let me near]. That's the biggest wattle I've ever seen on a turkey.
But he insists he owns my front yard to build his mound and in spring the need to scratch a mound in which to incubate eggs is all-consuming. I've trapped him three times and after one time he was so dishevelled from struggling in the trap his tail was broken up and was so thirsty he headed for the bird bath for a drink. Nothing discourages him so my next trick is to hang mirrors off the trees. Just have to find the mirrors.
There is plenty of leaf litter in the back yard and I would probably leave him in peace there, I find the chics amusing. The parents do nothing for the chick, it's on its own the day it hatches. I call them hundred MPH birds because they move so fast when in the open.
