Easter Surprises

On this Easter Monday, I awoke to find not a Phoenix or a Peacock (symbols of the resurrection), but two wild turkeys at my doorstep. The young female was smaller, but rather plump. The male was bold and much larger with a developing goblet. They walked along the yard as if they were in a victory lap. Occasionally, they would swoop down and pluck a nutritious earthworm from the ground, but they would stand erect immediately and continue their dance.