Here's a quarter for some sense of scale.
Like I said...big.
They left more than tracks...they dropped feathers all over the place. The ground fog made the feathers little works of art.
I chose not to photograph the guano splatterings, though a few of them bore striking resemblances a miniature Jackson Pollack.
Respectfully submitted,
Canoelover
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I often attend a sweat lodge near East Troy, and we frequentl hear these guys doing their mating stuff in a field a half mile away.
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