It all started in the morning. John pushed the cat food bowls aside, and they made a “Gobble Gobble” sound. He poked the bowls a few more times, and they did not continue to “Gobble Gobble”. He told Kate that he thought we might have turkeys in our campsite. She looked out the windows and said there were no turkeys in sight. Two turkeys promptly walked out from behind the trailer just to make sure she knew she was wrong.

The two turkeys that walked behind the trailer wandered off somewhere. They might be the two males we saw two campgrounds away on the beach.

We finished getting ready for our day trip, but we went looking for the turkeys before leaving. In Sandy Cove Campground, the campground next to ours, there was a … herd? … a stampede? … no a “rafter” of eleven turkeys. They appeared to be hens. The hens would not let me get closer than about 100 feet. They wandered into the street and up the side of the bluffs to the train tracks.

On the drive out, we usually drive through Sandy Beach Campground because the road is better. Kate saw more turkeys in this campground. The males were posing majestically to completely uninterested females. It was almost as pitiful as a college bar scene.

Halfway to the park entrance, Kate spotted another majestic turkey posing for the ladies about 25 feet from the road. He was not having any luck with the ladies, either. This turkey had more confidence and self-esteem; he never stopped puffing up.

On the way back from our day trip, we saw a mountain bluebird. These birds are a beautiful royal blue with a grey chest and belly. On the east and west coast, they have similar bluebirds, but they have orange on the chest.

In a campground, you cannot choose your neighbors. Sometimes, your neighbors are a bunch of turkeys, literally.