I guess I should have a camera. On the first plot this morning, three male turkeys were walking in the middle of an asphalt county road displaying. One had a nice 6 inch or so beard. The largest, who could look into the window of my car, had a beard that was shredded. The third, I did not get a good look. They did not run from my car. They came walking towards my car, seemingly curious, or, it seemed, bent on aggression. Then it dawned on me: game farm birds. No wild bird would act like this. This is a continuing american tradition. After wrecking the habitat so no native species can live, wannabe game managers decide they know better and start releasing whatever they wish. Then we get Tom turkeys who walk on the highway and approach cars. Or feral pigs. Or chukars. Or whatever else any yokel decides to let loose. The largest came right to my window and looked in. I was tempted to grab him, whack him and cook him, but without long gloves and the size of those spurs ( well over an inch long), I passed. I also wonder if people in the area had fed them from vehicles the way they approached me. They were gobbling away, doing full fanning displays. Anyone who has seen this knows how impressive this is, with an almost drum-like whoosh sound as the feathers extend. I was looking for sharptails of course, and had to get out to glass the fields. They did not run, but kept moving, intent on where they were going, gobbling and displaying. I wondered how fast a predator would devour these idiots, like american suburbanites let loose in a cannibalistic culture, easily trapped by fake drive up fast food windows. Ahhhhh.....to only dream. Maybe I should release large predatory felines raised on a diet of human flesh....

The next plot was perfect for sharptails, with over two square miles of open field and brushland. The damned things were in the middle of the road dancing, with another in the field 75 yeards away hitting the ground so hard it sounded like a drum rather than the light stepping you always hear. Besides that were the usuals, the snipe doing display flights, sandhills, geese, ducks and a few I couldn't identify.

The final noxious highlight of the morning was the local city's sewage lagoons, wafting the odor of a ten day old unflushed toilet a half mile down the road. I neglected to make that my stopping point.