Each morning we wake up, and the turkeys are waiting just in front of the kitchen window.
They watch us eat breakfast and wait for the hatchlings to come pour their extra porridge out, because turkeys are impatient.
They watch, and gobble, which actually sound a lot more like a wobba wobba wobba churip churip.
As they look all forlorn waiting for their breakfast.
It has been a busy weekend over here, which I'll post a bit more about later in the week.