Last year at this time there were 2 hens with 12 chicks between them and by Fall just 2 chicks at the nearly grown stage. Both Bob and Karl were inside when this group walked down the driveway. I confess to not being that fond of the turkeys. The males are beautiful when “strutting their stuff” – peacock-like with red, black and white plumage – but they are all loud and messy. Karl chases them off. I am not sure why they persist in coming so close to the house.