Phoenix Maplewood Meleagris gallopavo

It wasn't quite cold enough to scare them off, not yet anyway. Not even the presence of a wolf pack could dissuade the flock of thirty-so wild turkeys from feasting; and feast they did, gobbling (no pun intended) on clovers and goldenrod wherever they could find them. The females moved as one unit, pecking at the ground and weaving between the trees without hesitation. It was the boisterous males which were more timid - striding slowly after the gaggle of girls, making eyes at them or shrieking at their fellow males if they came in to view. 

As they swarmed the edge of the Maplewood, the biggest of the turkeys gave a great holler and spun upon a rival, puffing his body up in an attempt at intimidation. This spooked the smaller females, who scattered deeper in to the forest - and before the males could follow, it was as if an avian war had broken out. Two younger males seized the opportunity to assault the big king turkey; pecking, grabbing, bumping with their inflated chests. It was enough of an uproar to alert the entire forest to their presence.

Happy Turkey Day from @Tavi !