By Deborah Jahn, Becketwood Member
While inspecting what would become my new home at Becketwood last spring, I opened a door to the outside – smack into the feathers of a large tom turkey that was sitting on the stoop. I’m not sure which one of us let out a louder cry of surprise. I soon became accustomed to seeing wandering groups of turkeys on the property, and was delighted by watching “our” flock of young chicks grow into adolescents throughout the summer and fall.
But when the cold and snow came, they seemed to disappear. Where did they go? I’d seen them fly briefly to get over Becketwood’s fencing, but I couldn’t imagine them flying south. I had to investigate. After doing some research I learned, as those who have lived here many years know, they don’t go far. But how do they survive?
It turns out that cold, by itself, is not a major problem for turkeys. Feathers make terrific insulation, and a turkey has more than 5,000 of them. During spring, summer and fall, they build up a supply of fat by foraging on naturally occurring fruits, nuts, berries, plants, and even small vertebrates, as well as eating seeds that have fallen to the ground from bird feeders. In fact, it’s been found that turkeys can lose up to forty percent of their body weight before starvation becomes a concern. Turkeys will roost out of the snow whenever possible. During severe storms, they will stay in the trees, sheltering themselves from the weather as much as possible.
So I’ll be looking for turkey footprints in the snow this winter and eagerly awaiting the new batch of little ones next spring.

Thanks for this. I, too, as a new transplant last Spring, was delighted with the turkeys, taken for granted by the natives. I became devoted to them, stopping to talk to them, sending pictures to my Missouri friends. I’m glad they fare well in the winter and cannot wait to see them return in earnest. My cats, sitting on the sill, will also be grateful for their return.
Fascinating! Thanks.
My husband, Clyde, grew up within the culture of a hunting family. His mother was born on an elk ranch in northwestern Colorado, and his father, brothers and friends hunted upland birds — pheasant, grouse, partridge — in the prairie lands of Iowa and the Dakotas. They were conservationists and environmentalists, loving the earth and its creatures. Except for those turkeys! The wild turkeys now in Minnesota are not considered to be native, and they’re labeled “invasive.” Yes, they are voracious eaters. Clyde told me, when turkeys move in, other wildlife disappears — no food for the pheasants and their kindred creatures. So, I carry a bias and quietly curse the turkeys.
It is quite a sight to see those turkeys loft and get up into a tree. Five thousand feathers is quite a lot!
Deborah,
Thank you, I especially enjoy the particulars of our birds.
This whole small history of human habitation hopefully doesn’t negatively warp the future of our beautiful earth.
Jim #346
I loved turkeys until they came into my little yard that I used to be able to walk barefoot.. I love deer even more and they have eaten every Hoster in my yard! I only live on a quarter acre of Heaven but I have a brook in my yard and it seems to attract all the animals❤️
Last July, 8 turkey chicks hatched, and I took care of them under the trees even though the temperature was around 47 degrees Celsius. Now winter has come and the temperature is around 0 degrees Celsius, and I am afraid that they will get sick.. My birds look a lot like the ones in the picture, I pray to God to protect them, I love turkeys because they make me happy..
Iraq/Mosul
Please if you have any news on turkeys please email me
awesome
It was lovely reading your article on wild turkeys. We get them here on our property every fall. One very alert Tom 14 wild turkeys in total.I live in Muskoka on the Muskoka River South branch.