When I was a teenager in High School, the gym had a sliding door that opened for basketball games, but was closed during the day so it could accommodate two gym classes at the same time, the boys on one side, the girls on the other.  Sometimes the door didn't close completely, there was a small crack for an opening.  This was enough for the boys to try to catch a glimpse of the girls in their shorts.  You could hear them all fighting to get an eye on the crack, making lewd remarks and calling out for the girls to come close.  Sometimes the girls would go to the crack and try to figure out which boy or boys were there, but most of the time we ignored them. 

The best one was John V.D., a kid I had started kindergarten with and now we were seniors.  Everyone knew it was John's eye on the crack, he had a particular voice and he had earned the title of "Class Clown" in the yearbook.  Anyway, one day John started to call, "Girls, Girls, it's your lover boy", and we all laughed.  One girl went close to the crack and yelled, "It doesn't sound like my loverboy to me, it sounds like John V.D.  I thought of that yesterday when I watched the tom turkey strut all day after a female turkey.  I could imagine him saying, "it's your lover boy" while the female turkey just picked at dandelion heads and imaginery bugs in the earth.  She would let him get close to her, he was all puffed out, tail fully extended, and then she would go off into the field, or the woods, and he would follow her.  They would both emerge in a few minutes, with nothing romantic happening. 

We had guests in the Bird's Nest yesterday and they too were following the turkeys around the yard, trying to get a good picture.  The last two weeks have been very busy, and our guests were in for a treat --wisteria climbing right to the top of the maple tree and turkeys strutting in the yard.  All at no charge.