As I drove across the Hudson this morning on my way to work, I saw a deer coming downstream on the ice. I pulled over to get it's photo, and by the time I got out of the car, a line of turkeys was coming down the ice as well. The deer stopped and turned, looking at the turkeys.
Apparently seeking companionship (?), the deer set out in hot pursuit.
The turkeys were not impressed. They turned around and beat a hasty retreat back upstream.
Bambi followed. "Maybe if I casually cross the ice, they won't notice."
Finally, the Feathered 13 made their escape.