First comes love, or is it territory?

It was a wild day, or rather, a wildlife day.

Two dozen turkeys were clucking around in the shade of a tree. A male was in full display and seemed to have the attention of some of the females.

Further on down the road I came upon two bobcats in fighting mode. I slowed down and stopped.

The smaller of the two took this to be the opportunity to flee. Off to the bushes, he went. The other rufus rufus stood in the middle of the road and looked at me, almost like he would take me on. (I drive a small car.) But I slowly drove around him. From the rearview mirror I noticed his back and shoulder were all bloody.

Just the world sorting itself out.