Weather turned slightly warm this week (20s-low 50s! though fuck it's going back down to teens soon) so got to watch some wild turkeys in their annual wooing ritual. Toms with puffed-up blue throats and splaying their glossy tails stalking the hens, who were doing their best to ignore the "notice me! Notice me! Don't you like my feathers?!" from the males. They were all acting weird, in the way they only do when it's time to think about babies - the flocks are normally pretty placid and slow, meandering along as they munch, but at this time of year you get strutting and stalking by the males, while the females either overtly ignore the males or start harassing each other.