The sign of spring here is turkeys. The males all puff themselves up and strut around showing all of the tail that they can, hoping to get lucky. The females all wander around pecking at the ground, ignoring the males. It reminds me of going to a night club.
But it is a grand show. Next, after a few males get lucky, the turkeys all disappear for quite a while. The next time that I will see them is when the chicks are about chicken size. I don't know where they go to nest and I guess the predators don't know either.