On A Mission, Heading West

A family of five wild turkeys dwelt in this valley last spring, three newborn chicks, one albino. Watched them grow, seen often through the summer and fall. Then their homelands were invaded by an aggressor troop eighteen strong. Occasional brief territorial squabbles, tribal instincts leading to an uneasy union. Leaves more sparse, but so very resourceful, their tree roosts sometimes exposed. Then the snows began, early and unceasing. Till finally, only a last intrepid one was still to be seen…

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