Every morning when I go out to let our Rhode Island Reds out of their hen house, I pause to listen for that first gobble of the spring. Surprisingly, I have not yet heard a gobbler sound off behind our Botetourt County, Virginia home.
I am not at all concerned, though. There is a rhythm to the natural world and its creatures, and if there is anything I have learned from a lifetime spent outdoors, it is that wild animals are on their own time and not ours.
In the nearly 25 years that Elaine and I have lived here, we have heard turkey gobblers sound off on cold January days, hot July 4 afternoons, during springtime thunderstorms, and early fall mornings. Why do turkeys - and other creatures - do what they do? Who knows... such is the mystery of life.
Interestingly, the hens behind our house have been quite boisterous at times, as well as being quite numerous. Perhaps the toms have not been talking because there is no need to. Again, I don't know.
But I do know that I will be hunting in Tennessee, Virginia, and West Virginia this spring, and this spring will be like every other spring season - unique unto itself.
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