I’m not sure why calling something a “turkey” is an expression of disdain. Turkeys are actually pretty impressive: smart, well-camouflaged (stealthy like an F-35!) weather-resistant, reliable.
As I was brewing my morning coffee I looked out the back window at the deer and saw something big and black up on the edge of the woods-line. “Ooh, a bear!” I thought. I ran to the other room and checked the batteries on the drone – dead, unfortunately. So I went upstairs and grabbed the binoculars to get a better look.
It’s the biggest turkey I’ve ever seen.
This picture is included so you can get a sense of scale of the fellow, from 175 meters or so away.
I don’t have any long-range camera accessories since I prefer to fly a camera right over to my target, but I tried to photograph through the binoculars with my iPhone. That did not work, unfortunately.
Here’s what the picture above looks like in native resolution:
He was out there diligently strutting his stuff, like a mid-40’s guy in a Corvette convertible with the top down, age-inappropriate jogging clothes on, and one of those 80’s gold horns on a chain around his neck. “Hey baby, hey baby.”
Yesterday was a day of some excitement for me, but I can’t explain it without explaining the back-story. I’ll see what I can do there over the next couple of days.