Crossing the bridge is a late afternoon ritual for the turkeys. They roost in some tall trees and seem to do a lot of turkey socializing on the other side so it's home to them.
I love these crazy turkeys. Once in a while their schedule and the time I walk Rascal coincide and they're quite polite about waiting their turn or going ahead while we wait. They've adapted well to living among people and other animals. I hope they can survive us, they deserve it. Diane