When I arrived to feed yesterday, Freedom was on full alert. He barely noticed my arrival, which is unusual around dinner time.
I decided to investigate.
Freedom followed me until we got to the tree. Then he kept the barrier between himself and “danger.”
It didn’t take me long to figure out the problem. Wild turkeys. A whole mess of them. Freedom has always hated turkeys. He doesn’t mind sharing his pasture with deer. He’s fine with the coyote who walks through. But he draws the line at turkeys. My theory is that he thinks they are one big amorphous creature that moves in funny ways. But who knows?