Apache got his first opportunity to meet and greet our flock of wild turkeys today, when 12 to 14 strutted and scratched their way across the back lawn.  I had spread cracked corn in the tall grass beyond, where two of the turkeys had discovered it.  The rest went for the scarcer but easier pickings under the feeders.  Apache, exhilarated with his new-found sense of power to motivate flight, zig-zagged all the paths the bottom-heavy birds left behind.  Happy Apache!  Disconcerted turkeys!