Not too long ago, I found myself in rural Indiana chasing a pair of wild turkeys in a field.
I was in the area to photograph the dance of the sandhill cranes. Since the warm weather came early this year, so did the cranes. By the time I arrived to state park to see the cranes, they had danced in the fields and flown on to continue their annual migration north.
As I was leaving, I thought I spied sandhill cranes in the distance. They looked like the large brown, long-legged birds. It turns out that it was a pair wild turkeys.
I tried to get closer to take a snapshot and the turkeys started running. Wild turkeys run fast!
Finally, they stopped long enough for me to take a photograph of them in the distance.
After the turkey chase, I watched the sunset through the trees.
Ok, I didn’t see the dance of the sandhill cranes. I’ll try again in the Fall.
Instead, I chased wild turkeys and saw a beautiful sunset through the trees.
At the end of the day, it wasn’t about what I missed. It was what I saw instead.
That’s life in the Midwest.