I became intrigued by the goings-on in the pasture. The turkeys, all hens, knew that Rusty was there but they just ignored him, well, almost. They did keep an eye out but they figured they had the numbers and he wouldn't dare. He would, however, creep up real close and then they would suddenly turn toward him and he stopped. This action repeated itself for about ten minutes, like an "I dare you" type of challenge. Once, when it looked like Rusty was going to strike, the hens charged him and he barely escaped without a good pecking. But he returned and it happened again. Had it been a single hen by herself, I do believe he would have tried to take her down, but there was, indeed, safety in numbers.
The situation dragged on for awhile, then finally, I heard a clucking kind of sound which was different than the sound of the hens, but having heard it before I knew what was coming. In the distance, walking steadily toward the hens with his fan spread was a big tom and he seemed intent on his mission. He was going to protect his harem and teach the pesky cat a lesson. Unfortunately for Rusty, he had not yet spotted him when he charged. By the time Rusty saw him it was almost too late, but he did recover in time to avoid a serious pecking from the leader of the flock. He was last seen running into the woods, where the tom suddenly stopped, came back and gathered up his flock and they were off the woodlands on the other side of the pasture.
Did Rusty learn his lesson? Well, no, he didn't and he is again out in the pasture this afternoon in the tall grass and waiting for round two later in the day. He's one determined cat. Hey Rusty, next month will you bring us home a turkey for Thanksgiving dinner for the holiday. We'll let you have some. Just another day of life among the critters, I guess.