We were driving through the woods on dirt roads (looking for rock piles) and came to a flock of turkeys with two or three adults and five chicks.
At first one (or two?) adults moved quickly into the grass, leaving the rest behind.



This is about rock piles and stone mound sites in New England. A balance is needed between keeping them secret and making them public. Also arrowheads, stone tools and other surface archaeology.
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I've got a funny turkey story. I was hiking in the Berkshires -- Alander Mountain to be exact. It was a hot day, I made the summit, and was heading back down to the trailhead and my car.
All of a sudden I hear something moving around in the leaves by the trail. It didn't sound like a chipmunk so I took a peek. I saw a handful of chicks -- they looked like oversized ugly ducklings -- all milling about along the side of the trail.
It didn't strike me what they were until I heard this blood-curdling shriek from behind me. I turned around and there was the mother turkey with her wings spread nervously pacing back and forth and screaming at me for being too close to her chicks.
Suddenly, she made a bee-line straight for my crotch, and I started running like the dickens down the trail. She chased me for about 1500 feet, all the while pecking at my rear end.
Nice pictures, pwax. Reminded me of once when we saw a flock of turkeys with a peacock in tow. Must have been as close as he could get to his kind of people around here. I imagine that when he spread his tail those females were bowled over!
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