mabelineandliz
In the Brooder
- Jul 30, 2016
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I hope you will be willing to read this with an open mind and heart.
It all started with a clutch of wild turkey eggs and a tragically missplaced tractor tire: My stepdad was tilling an empty field at a ranch when, seemingly out of the ground, a turkey hen flies up and ends up under the wheel of the tractor. My stepdad gets out to she what happened, only to find a mess of brown feathers under the tire, and a clutch of spotted eggs a little off to the side. He ends up bringing them home in a box with a blanket and some of the feathers. We get a heat lamp on them, and overnight ship an automatic incubator. We didn't have high hopes, but we gave it a shot: four out of the eight eggs hatched. we bought two Roed Island red poults because my mom read somewhere that turkey chicks are so dumb that they need some leadership to show them how to eat and drink. We eventually lost all but one turkey and one chicken to a raccoon, and we named the pair Sam and Ella (say that out loud haha) whe had the two of them for a while, until during a late night storm the turkey got out of the yard (we live in the suburbs,we have a privacy fence, and Sam (the turkey) had been sleeping on the roof, while Ella slept in our young live oak tree). The next morning we went to look for Sam, when we couldn't find her we asked a suspicious looking kid if he had seen a brown turkey, he then said "with a yellow thing on its leg?" (She had a yellow tag on her leg with our phone number engraved on it for this very situation) we were suddenly relived, if he knew about the tag surely he knew where she was. When we said yes that was her, he then tried to backtrack and say he didn't know what we were talking about. After a lot of coaxing from my mom, he told us that his buddy sent him a picture of himself holding a turkey by the neck, holding HER by the neck. Now, keep in mind we live in a residential area, she was tame enough to pick up and flip over to look at her tag and contact us. Hearing that some kid had just killed her, killed our family pet, just because she was there, was utterly heartrenching. Through some Facebook stalking, we found out who the kid was. He was a kid who went to my school and was in the ROTC program (like a pre military club). We also got his phone number and called to ask what happened. At first he denied, saying she just got hit by a truck, but that of course didn't match up with the story from his friend, and we told him that. Then he too tried to back track and say "I don't know anything about a turkey" and he hung up. My mom went to the school and talked to he principle, we knew there wasn't much they could do, but they could at least call the parent and explain the situation. We learned later that the parent just claimed to not know what the problem was (that was at least what the school told us.) I still see that kid in the halls, of course he doesn't know who I am, but it infuriates me that he'll probably never think what he did was wrong. Sam was out only for half a day. He could have easily picked her up to look at her tag and return her to us, but he killed her because he was bored. I always think "what if she was a dog? The news would probably have covered it" but she was a turkey, so it doesn't matter to anyone. I know most people have lots of laying hens and lose about one a month to predators, but we only had two birds and they were our pets. I just wanted to share that story in case anyone else has lost a bird that was dear to them, and then had people telling them "it's just a chicken," "it's just a turkey" like that makes it any better, because I delt with a lot of that and I'm sure I will deal with it on this post, which is fine, I can understand it. However, even if they are a species of animal I eat all the time, that one was my pet, I saw that one hatch out of an egg and grow up, that one would eat out of my hand and jump on my lap. Ella, the hen that was left, called for her for probably three days after, that probably hurt the most, that she'd never really know what happened to her buddy. I guess what I want to say here is: species doesn't matter, their place in you heart matters.
It all started with a clutch of wild turkey eggs and a tragically missplaced tractor tire: My stepdad was tilling an empty field at a ranch when, seemingly out of the ground, a turkey hen flies up and ends up under the wheel of the tractor. My stepdad gets out to she what happened, only to find a mess of brown feathers under the tire, and a clutch of spotted eggs a little off to the side. He ends up bringing them home in a box with a blanket and some of the feathers. We get a heat lamp on them, and overnight ship an automatic incubator. We didn't have high hopes, but we gave it a shot: four out of the eight eggs hatched. we bought two Roed Island red poults because my mom read somewhere that turkey chicks are so dumb that they need some leadership to show them how to eat and drink. We eventually lost all but one turkey and one chicken to a raccoon, and we named the pair Sam and Ella (say that out loud haha) whe had the two of them for a while, until during a late night storm the turkey got out of the yard (we live in the suburbs,we have a privacy fence, and Sam (the turkey) had been sleeping on the roof, while Ella slept in our young live oak tree). The next morning we went to look for Sam, when we couldn't find her we asked a suspicious looking kid if he had seen a brown turkey, he then said "with a yellow thing on its leg?" (She had a yellow tag on her leg with our phone number engraved on it for this very situation) we were suddenly relived, if he knew about the tag surely he knew where she was. When we said yes that was her, he then tried to backtrack and say he didn't know what we were talking about. After a lot of coaxing from my mom, he told us that his buddy sent him a picture of himself holding a turkey by the neck, holding HER by the neck. Now, keep in mind we live in a residential area, she was tame enough to pick up and flip over to look at her tag and contact us. Hearing that some kid had just killed her, killed our family pet, just because she was there, was utterly heartrenching. Through some Facebook stalking, we found out who the kid was. He was a kid who went to my school and was in the ROTC program (like a pre military club). We also got his phone number and called to ask what happened. At first he denied, saying she just got hit by a truck, but that of course didn't match up with the story from his friend, and we told him that. Then he too tried to back track and say "I don't know anything about a turkey" and he hung up. My mom went to the school and talked to he principle, we knew there wasn't much they could do, but they could at least call the parent and explain the situation. We learned later that the parent just claimed to not know what the problem was (that was at least what the school told us.) I still see that kid in the halls, of course he doesn't know who I am, but it infuriates me that he'll probably never think what he did was wrong. Sam was out only for half a day. He could have easily picked her up to look at her tag and return her to us, but he killed her because he was bored. I always think "what if she was a dog? The news would probably have covered it" but she was a turkey, so it doesn't matter to anyone. I know most people have lots of laying hens and lose about one a month to predators, but we only had two birds and they were our pets. I just wanted to share that story in case anyone else has lost a bird that was dear to them, and then had people telling them "it's just a chicken," "it's just a turkey" like that makes it any better, because I delt with a lot of that and I'm sure I will deal with it on this post, which is fine, I can understand it. However, even if they are a species of animal I eat all the time, that one was my pet, I saw that one hatch out of an egg and grow up, that one would eat out of my hand and jump on my lap. Ella, the hen that was left, called for her for probably three days after, that probably hurt the most, that she'd never really know what happened to her buddy. I guess what I want to say here is: species doesn't matter, their place in you heart matters.