Turkey and beauty: They are. At least the wild ones I've seen here in Virginia. Theirs are feathers of truly exotic iridescence: maroons, deep golds, coffee browns, dark forest greens--all mingled like some feathery liqueur

I stand corrected, WW. Y'see, we don't get wild turkeys in this country [awaiting correction from compatriots] [then realises that none are currently posting ]

feathery liqueur - bloody marvelous turn of phrase.