I spied a tom turkey showing off for a couple of hens about 10 feet from the house in the backyard the other day; in fact, he was so close I couldn’t really get a good shot of him.
So I went out the front door and crept around to the back yard for a better shot of him, but then I happened to glance over to the neighbor’s yard, and saw there was competition from a much bigger Tom.
Whoa, Mr. Tom #1 was totally outclassed, upstaged, eclipsed, whatever you want to call it. Mr. Tom #2 was a stud! And four more hens were over there with him admiring the show as he strutted around.
Soon, the hens from my yard joined the rest of the group, and even Tom #1 bowed in respect to “the dude” and moved on into the forest to join the rest of the tribe. He was really no competition, with his beat-up feathers, incompletely fanned out tail, and missing beard. Better luck next year, Mr. Tom.