|The track the turkeys wear into the gravel of the driveway|
|They march back and forth for hours|
So once or twice a day I'll notice two or three turkey hens pacing the gate, and I'll go over and open it up for them, and they'll walk through. They have marched back and forth so many times they've cut a path into the dirt just outside the gate.
I wonder how turkeys can even have the brainpower to walk, sometimes. I imagine them struggling with it. "right... uh.. uhmm.. left! yes left! right ... um... ah, left! yes, left!"