It's spring, when a young gobbler's fancy turns lightly to thoughts of love. Or at least lust.
Some of these photos were taken through a rather dirty glass window, so sorry for the photographic flaws. I was trying to disturb the turkeys as little as possible.
These boys were trying SO hard to impress the ladies...
...who, let's face it, were monumentally unimpressed.
Gobblers in this pose always remind me of Spanish grandees, puffed up with ego as well as testosterone.