Today, we’re gonna talk turkey. Wild turkey, actually. Not the Wild Turkey famously distilled in Kentucky. Rather, this post is about the kind of wild turkey that comes to you covered in feathers.
If you counted all the feathers, you’d be counting for some time. Everyone at the dinner table will have finished their pumpkin pie and left the table to take a nap, or watch a football game. You probably will be still counting, because wild turkeys have upwards of 6,000 feathers.
And beautiful feathers they are: iridescent red, purple, and green; metallic gold, bronze, copper. The colors are particularly brilliant when reflected in the sunlight. It’s truly a sight to see.
The wild turkey is indigenous to the New World. They were particularly numerous in the vast forest lands of the eastern parts of America when Englishmen began arriving in the 1600s. Wild turkeys also roamed the West, but in lesser numbers, and down into Mexico where they were domesticated. By the early 20th century, however, wild turkeys faced extinction due to hunting and loss of habitat. Audubon estimates that conservation efforts have succeeded in increasing the population to around seven million today, but still fewer than when the Pilgrims arrived.
According to Pilgrim chronicler Edward Winslow, Governor Bradford ordered three days of celebration after their first harvest in 1621. The four men Bradford sent “fowling” returned with sufficient game to last the Company nearly a week, so it is quite possible that wild turkey was on the menu. Turkey was a favorite of the Native Americans.
You can find wild turkeys right here in YLP. I did early one morning when my wife called to me excitedly, pointing out a rafter of the birds walking across the front of our property in late July.
You would think that a ground bird larger than a goose, four feet tall, and with a six foot wingspan, would be easy to photograph. It’s pretty big, after all. Easier said than done. Here’s why:
First, you never know where or when they will appear. My wild turkeys came in the early morning hours. I would run outside with my camera wearing who knows what, and try to position myself in a place where I could be in front of them; ideally, with the sun at my back.
Reality set in pretty quickly. Wild turkeys prefer to have photographers, and other stalkers, behind them, not in front; they are constantly on the move. They also like to forage acorns, lizards, insects, and various seeds in leaf litter under the oak forest canopy; at those times, they can be in deep shade, and their feathers don’t shine.
To compound the difficulty in photographing them, they have a small head set on top of a long neck connected to a bulbous, densely feathered, 30 lb. body. That tiny head, (alternatively blue, white, or red, depending on the bird’s mood) is at times raised up into the air like a periscope, or stretched out down low deep into the tall grass. It never seems to be on the same plane as the body. Upon what part do you focus, especially when they are on the run, moving at upwards of 20 mph, or flying at 55 mph?
While grooming, wild turkeys can contort themselves into all sorts of poses. They occasionally resemble something from a Mr. Potato Head game that children have randomly assembled with disparate parts. At those moments, I can’t refrain from laughing at the wonderful sight before me.
Wishing you all a very Happy Thanksgiving.
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Robert Groos is a published photographer and keen observer of nature who lives in Yosemite Lakes Park. He shares some of his outstanding images of our local feathered friends along with some tidbits of interesting facts about each. We hope you enjoy them as much as we do.