The snow has melted and the Tom's are strutting their stuff, looking for love.
I love their colors. The sun brings out the iridescence of blues, purples and greens in their feathers.
My husband the hunter insists they are hard to hunt. I disagree, as these guys were hanging around, not even concerned about the old lady in the car, hanging out the window, taking pictures. All while talking loudly.
Unsure as to why my first picture won't show, but it was a picture of turkey on side of road, proudly strutting a big fan.