Dirty Birds

For two weeks during my hunting season no turkeys could be found. Since my season finished these dirty birds have been taunting me every evening and morning. They wake me up from their roost every morning and put me to bed every night with their gobbling. This morning it wasn't the turkeys that woke me up, it was Annie. Growling from the porch, she wasn't too sure what to make of them. This tom strutted cirlces around this hen all the down to the deadend, over our neighbor's bridge and up his driveway.