We've reached the creepy part of turkeys...

I've been trying for a while to get a photo of our Tom (yes, I said Tom.  As in "he".) in all his teen-Tom glory.  He's a funny one, just Hulk-ing out for a second, and I yell for someone to "Look, look!  He's doing it!!" and then I look back & he's just standing there normal & baby-turkey like, and I look like a loon.  (But really, I too would question the sanity of someone who spends so much time obsessing over the moods of poultry...) 

Again, pardon the blur.


So you can see the difference, here we have the lovely Geri.  Isn't she sweet?  She likes the sound of rain in the trees & nibbling on watches.  And in all his melted crayon glory, below we have Tom.  He's not too sure about these changes in his body, and wonders why several times a day he feels compelled to puff up, fan his tail feathers, and stomp around in a circle.  He also likes to eat dirt from freshly dug gopher holes.

Um... excuse me, but I think you've got a lil' sumpthin, just
 there.  Yes, right by your nose...

This is Tom just after a "flare up".  He gets full-on melty face, and that snood hanging off his nose will get 2 1/2 inches long.  All around his eyes gets blue.  He's quite hideous.  But just as sweet as always, we've not yet had any aggression issues- knock on wood.