It was around one in the morning when I realized that Sabrina sleeping next to wire in a bad storm could mean roast turkey. I expected the duckling to be okay. Roast newborn duckling would be a waste. I also realized very late that I could have picked her up, and locked her in the coop for the night.
I had finally gotten to sleep when I heard loud peeping around four. I was pretty sure it was just a cricket (or cicadas), but I had to check. So out I went into the storm. If I had brought my phone out, I could have won the wet poultry contest. That poor turkey looked horrible. But it was her choice. Twenty feet from an open coop, and about the same from her nest (also an open coop). Not to mention a huge lilac bush.
I had finally gotten to sleep when I heard loud peeping around four. I was pretty sure it was just a cricket (or cicadas), but I had to check. So out I went into the storm. If I had brought my phone out, I could have won the wet poultry contest. That poor turkey looked horrible. But it was her choice. Twenty feet from an open coop, and about the same from her nest (also an open coop). Not to mention a huge lilac bush.