As we traced a winding curve along a ridge line over looking small, yet deep valleys I happened to spot movement in the fields. A dark shape moved through the rows and seemed to melt below the surface of the vibrant crop. We then had a little waiting game for a while. A tiny speck of darkness stood out amongst the foliage, it’s little domed head barely above the leaves. Eventually I had to pretend to “move on” like I hadn’t spotted it. That’s when it’s head popped up like a submarine's periscope! It’s a wild turkey if you’re curious.
American bison