Once a year at this time I see three turkeys in the wild. Only once a year, only about this time, and it’s always three of them.
I’ve seen them off the edge of a park road, in a field across a great distance, and on a woodsy trail in the pines ahead of me.
Here is this year’s turkey. It was one of three, as usual, grazing in the grass this time near shore next to the the shallows by the islands. When I drifted too close in order to get my shots, they all flew across the river and disappeared into the woods on an island.
It’s just a guess, but I suspect Winter is coming. That’s usually what this means.