Driving to work yesterday morning, I saw a Tom Turkey parading toward a flock of Hens.
His chest feathers were puffed and his tail feathers were fully splayed and displayed. One look into his beady bird eyes and you could see the call of spring’s ritualistic Cock-on-Hen, “One Cock for one Flock,” why-don’t-we-do-it-in-the-road thoughts of old-school “traditional” Wild Turkey flying feather bird lust.
This guy was being controlled by primal urges known to virtually any organism residing even one evolutionary tick above an amoeba. The call of nature, in its most primitive form, was commanding his every action.
Didn’t want to miss this show! Grabbed camera and jumped out of my truck then quietly stood (perched!) on the side of the field just like any other puerile voyuer nature lover would do.
This guy was primed for action.
I should tell you that the radio was on when I jumped from my truck. While shooting photos of the amorous Turkeys I was listening to a news report about the General Assembly’s passage of the marriage equality bill.
This is where things became, err, different. As the news report played on the radio, it was almost as if the Turkeys had heard the same story I did about Vermont giving legal recognition to the marriages of same-gender couples. As if on cue, two more Tom Turkeys, who were also mingling within the flock of hens, turned away from the ladies.
Next thing you know . . . . (you need to click to believe) . . .
Damnedest thing I ever saw.
With no interest in the hens WHATSOEVER, the two Toms puffed themselves out – apparently for each other – and paraded off, together.
“One Cock for one Flock” and “Tom & Tom” seemed equally in harmony with nature.
Someone asked me if the two Toms were photoshopped. The two Toms are not altered. Here is the original photograph. As Paul Harvey would said, Tom and Tom are the “rest of this story.”