The earth is soaked from two days of rainfall , leaving early morning misty landscapes.
There is something a little eerie, when Winter days warm up to a balmy 72 degrees.
The Iris are pushing their shoots out of the soil, I keep reminding them it's Winter and to stay safely snuggled beneath their blanket of earth, but they insist on reaching out to feel the warmth of the sun.
Oliver keeps watch over his domain.
Late afternoon the wild turkeys came a trotting, since the young poults are now grown, the flock has grown to forty six.
There seems to be a lot of flapping wings and flaring tails, in an effort to show dominance amongst the males.