What I have learned about my Turkeys

I have been raising turkeys now for about 8 months. Here are some interesting things I have learned.
1. they are not like chickens
2. they do not like salad scraps like my chickens do ie: lettuce, tomato bits, carrot
3. they love fruit. especially berries and guava
4. mine prefer their bread scraps toasted or hard not soft
5. they LOVE hard boiled egg they look like piranhas when they eat eggs
6. they love acorns from my oak trees ( didn't think they could swallow something that big but they do)
7. they love grass clippings after I mow
8. their poop really stinks and I have to clean the coop often
9. they are sweet birds
10. they hate the sound of hubby's power tools

I have Narragansett and Royal Palms

They're fun, aren't they? It is funny how they are definitely different than chickens in several ways. Enjoy them!

My turkeys love tomatoes and cucumber slices. It's really about what they get used to when they are younger. Mine get really excited about and sounds of construction too, and I find mine to be a gang of hoodlums, I would never call mine sweet, they are too mischievous and troublemakers.

I tried tomato and cucumber as I grow both of those, no dice. I do have a guava tree and when they are in season I use the ones on the tree for us and anything that falls to the ground goes to the turkeys they gobble those up. I keep trying different things ever since they were little, they seem pickier than the chickens.

That is weird, mine like cherry tomatoes and anything they can swallow whole and is red like strawberries and raspberries. They certainly are pickier than chickens.

Our hens will not suffer a snake to live.
Our hens are the BEST for being first to spot and alert the toms/chooks to aerial preds and, if the hawk is roosting too low, nearby? The girls will stalk and harass until the raptor gives up in disgust.
Our turkeys have good memories (will always closely examine empty live traps - just in case...). First poults were trained to return to shed in evening and every generation since (4) march off at sundown, single file, back up from pond/garden and into run/shed.
The toms, in particular, wear their emotions on their primaries and snoods, "happy" dancing, circled up flapping, leaping and yelping with the sunrise; sulking, heads hanging down, beaks nearly touching the ground, for days after losing sparring matches.
Our hens are very fond of Wild Chives and will hop up on the back deck to beg for grapes, smelling like they've been cutting onions. Toms prefer to strip the seeds from the heads of every sort of grass. All Raspberry patches and Blueberry bushes are fenced, but we have so many Blackberry at verge of woods that much time is spent by all (chooks and turks - led by turkey hens) on daily, early summer, patrol - following which it's all insect protein augmentation (first poults were hand fed mothes/grasshoppers/etc.).

Speaking of tools: our hens are often too curious for their own good and will pick up and carry off small screwdrivers/paint scrapers - got to watch them - kinda like crows/Jays in this regard, though the hens examine/nip/pick up/run/toss into air and on to the next adventure.

Hens are also fond on "gaming" the humans, i.e., up on roof/chimney - human walks out of house and down wooded hill toward road. Flapping/yelping heard - hens fly past (they get it just right and wing tip touches arm on way by) and land just ahead and go to foraging through the weeds/grasses like NOTHING happened at all ("why you so nervous, human?" glad I missed your distant ancestors, silly turkeys? Yeah, there is that...).