The first snow always brings such a contrast of seasons. I wonder if it is as much of shock to the animals as it is to us.
Two hen turkeys visited the garden the day before the big winter storm, cruising through the drying vegetation looking for any remaining goodies.
They weren’t shy about strolling through the front yard either. Usually, hen turkeys seem less colorful than the toms, but the late afternoon sunlight picked up some green iridescence and bright orange color in her feathers.
But the next day, the landscape looked like this instead.
The two hens came strolling through the backyard just as it was getting dark (4:30 p.m.!), but didn’t spend much time looking for food on this chilly afternoon.
And off they went into the woods to find a roost for the night.
Fall one day, winter the next.