
As my friend and I walk across the apple orchard, I see peacocks and blacktail deer grazing an adjacent hillside in the pale blue morning light. We’ve both been quarantined for weeks, so we don't high five or fist bump. We keep our distance as we walk up the hill toward a redwood grove, where we hope to encounter wild turkeys.
A male turkey is called a…
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