Posts tagged “turkey

I spy

On the last morning of our trip to Moab, I was standing by the fence looking over at the horses across from our room at the lodge, when I heard the unmistakable gobble of a turkey. From behind me walked a turkey, just as calm as could be, and gobbling all the while.  It peeked through the fence, spied another turkey in the brush, flew to the top of the fence, and disappeared into the bushes.