Had I not taken a glance out the kitchen window, I would have missed this.
A turkey hen was in our front yard, probably in search of a tom. The guineas greeted her; there were just pleasantries, no altercations.
The hen casually walked through our yard, paused for a bit in the backyard, then went through the vegetable garden and flew over the fence, into the field of tall grass and disappeared.
It was a neat sight.
