A hen turkey burst from the cover of a downed tree less than 10 feet to my left, and her chicks scattered, peeping. The hen turkeys are really sitting tight, probably since they have chicks in tow. They are stitting so tight, it makes me wonder how many I am walking past. I flushed two groups yesterday while marking a timber sale near the Wisconsin River. One set of chicks were flying, and the other set was still tiny and helpless. They’d make an easy meal for a predator that could ignore the hen’s faked injury as she flaps and weaves away, trying to draw the heat from her chicks. Do you see the well camoflaged little chick in the center of the picture?