By BONNI BRODNICK L et’s talk turkey. Alice Hand had an interesting experience recently when she uprooted ferns that were choking out iris near the stone wall in front of her house. “After the first handful was pulled, a whirr of wings occurred,” Alice wrote. “I looked down and saw many large eggs and a turkey hen walking to and fro in front of me, scolding me for disturbing her. I scurried away and went into the garage to look out of a window to be sure the turkey hen went back to her eggs. She did. I will add that we have had a big flock of turkeys on our property all spring and had observed several toms, and their many wives.” Lately, Alice had seen a lone turkey hen roaming about and wondered if she had been banished from her flock. “Now we know why she's been around. While sitting on our front porch, we observed her walking away from the nest to the back of the property, no doubt to stretch her legs, get a drink of water from our vernal pond, and see if she could find...
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