Turkeys have a distinct sound.
In the early morning moments I sit by the window sipping my coffee in the silence of the house. Outside, however, is definitely not silent! The turkeys are “chirping” and “talking” to each other in a lyrical way. I sit here and ponder what they are saying to one another. I can hear, in their voices, if they are happy and content or if there is a stray cat stalking their pen taunting them.
I can also hear, by their tones, if they have kicked over their waterer and are now just “dying” of thirst.
When they are happy they have a songbird quality to their voices. They add another dimension not only to our farm but to my mornings.
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