‘The spring comes slowly up this way.’
Tis the noon of the spring-time, yet never a bird
In the wind-shaken elm or the maple is heard;
For green meadow-grasses wide levels of snow,
And blowing of drifts where the crocus should blow;
Where wind-flower and violet, amber and white,
On south-sloping brooksides should smile in the light,
O'er the cold winter-beds of their late-waking roots
The frosty flake eddies, the ice-crystal shoots;
And, longing for light, under wind-driven heaps,
Round the boles of the pine-wood the ground-laurel creeps,
Unkissed of the sunshine, unbaptized of showers,
With buds scarcely swelled, which should burst into flowers!
We wait for thy coming, sweet wind of the south!
For the touch of thy light wings, the kiss of thy mouth;
For the yearly evangel thou bearest from God,
Resurrection and life to the graves of the sod!
Up our long river-valley, for days, have not ceased
The wail and the shriek of the bitter northeast,
Raw and chill, as if winnowed through ices and snow,
All the way from the land of the wild Esquimau, 
Like that red hunter's, turn to the sunny southwest.
O soul of the spring-time, its light and its breath,
Bring warmth to this coldness, bring life to this death;
Renew the great miracle; let us behold
The stone from the mouth of the sepulchre rolled,
And Nature, like Lazarus, rise, as of old!
Let our faith, which in darkness and coldness has lain,
Revive with the warmth and the brightness again,
And in blooming of flower and budding of tree
The symbols and types of our destiny see;
The life of the spring-time, the life of the whole,
And, as sun to the sleeping earth, love to the soul!
John Greenleaf Whittier
Eastern Wild Turkey
Meleagris gallopavo silvestris
Who am I?
I am turkey, hear me gobble. I am not a very good father. In March and April I will strut around and try to mate with as many females as I can. The females will make a nest in the dirt and lay about 10-15 eggs. In about a month the eggs will hatch and the females will teach the young how to find food. I cannot fend myself well but I may kick you or stab you with my spurs. I can fly, yes I can fly. Not far, mind you, but fast, like a rocket. Often I will run away from those who are trying to catch me.
Where can you find me?
The wild turkey is native to North America and can be found in mature forested areas throughout the continental US, though mostly in the East.
What do I eat?
I am an omnivore, meaning I will eat both vegetables and meat. I will scour the ground with my friends looking for berries, nuts, snails, insects and other edible bits.
What might eat me?
Ooh, the list is long. everybody loves turkey, especially humans, especially in November. Bobcats, cougars, wolves, coyotes, eagles and other non-human animals will try to eat me as an adult. Because my nests are on the ground the eggs are particularly vulnerable to snakes, raccoons, skunks and opossums.
Cool reasons why I am the critter of the month!