When the wild turkeys were roosting in the trees behind the house, they were not at all my favorite creatures. Then they stroll across the deck and poop and make huge messes.
But yesterday, as we walked to the beach, we had to wait for a turkey hen and her brood of 9 poults to walk down the lane in front of us and eventually make their way into the underbrush (we certainly had no intention of accidentally getting between the mama and her babies). Okay, they were very, very cute I must admit.
So I have adjusted my view of wild turkeys just a bit.....as long as this new generation doesn't decide to roost in my trees, that is!