Here are some turkeys crossing the farmer’s field. His dairy cows are safe in the barn, their mild eyes turning to the door, their coats steaming in their winter home. The turkeys are wild and although they stalk around the properties around here, they are skittish of people or dogs. I even saw them take fright when a small deer approached. I never thought of turkeys flying but it was quite a sight that fall day. Yesterday in brilliant sun, I was surprised to see these bronze-feathered beauties slogging through deep snow. They walked in single file but stopped when we parked the car to take a picture. When the ground is clear the flocks cover the ground with their heads down, looking for insects or grass or other delicacies to eat. What do they like best, I wonder? Yesterday they came out of the woods, crossed the snowy field and even went over the road to reach the other side. Why did the turkey cross the road? Turkey Mysteries!