This is not mating season as far as I know. But the other night I glanced out my window and saw a male and female turkey dancing out in the field. They circled around each other for hours. He was not all puffed up, but every now and then he opened his wing and whished it against her body. I heard soft humming clucks. At first they were close to the house, then they moved down the field until after quite a time they were out of sight. a sweet dance.