It's been a dark and rainy day here in our middle Tennessee valley.
Not a day to be out and about, instead a day to be spent inside, indulging in a little fluffing and cooking.
Around about three in the afternoon each day, the wild turkeys appear.
A flock of twenty or more, spend the better part of an hour feeding and foraging and then head towards the trees to their nightly roost.
They have become quite accustomed to my appearance, and boldly trot on over to the bird -feeders close to the porch.