We got a big lens close enough to a raft of Wild Turkeys yesterday to take some portraits. Mona Lisa these birds are not.


Their dangling wattles (“chin skin”) and lumpy red caruncles (“turkey bumps”) make them so ugly that they’re photogenic.

These Turkeys are in their quiet winter phase now, so we didn’t see any engorged snoods (“nose hoses”) or pumped up bodies (“strut clothes”) that we see in spring males.


(Apologies to Irving Berlin for the title; he wrote the wistful song “What’ll I Do” – a classic that also is disrespectfully called by some the “Wattles Song.”) (Brooklin, Maine)