A century of Turkey talk 2000-2100.

Well, the past two weeks have not been......good. I think some of it can be attributed to the notion of it being a "comedy of errors".

First (and required turkey talk), I lost all five of Goldie's poults - 3 from heat and 2 now mysteriously missing. No bodies, no feathers, no nothing.

My youngest daughter had to go to the hospital and I went along for moral support. On the way back from filling prescriptions and to drop her off at her vehicle, a caliper seized up on my old Dodge pickup. Believe me, this is never a good thing.

Then, while trying to determine my best course of action, my son calls. He needs help cause he's stuck on the Potomac River with 9 other family members, including 5 of my grandchildren. And it's getting dark. So, priorities change and my daughter and I head out to do a "water rescue", leaving the truck behind.

Where the group is located happens to be in the middle of bumf**k Egypt. The only roads available to get to them are dirt and narrower than the vehicle I am in. Filled with boulders, washouts, streams that had to be forded, and far too many up and down cliffsides - and I do not do well with heights.

Cell service was all but non-existent and in some places - there was no signal whatsoever. Once in a while, we could send a text - like about warning them that copperheads were out in full force on the river banks and aggressive due to the mating season here (I think). Anyway, we saw tons of them.

By then, it was pitch black out and one road we went down dead-ended where there were a bunch of people. Think of the movie "Wrong Turn". However, they turned out to be friendly (and safe!) and were able to guide my daughter to the river which was now 1/4 mile away, but where she spotted our missing group. A lot of Morse code then issued (actually just flashing lights at each other).

It took another hour to navigate to the next "landing" and where my son and grandson, having gotten off the river, were walking on the C&O canal towpath trying to find us. On the way to the towpath in the dark, my son managed to fall down a mountain, so he was limping pretty good by the time we picked them up.

Then, it was on to the now targeted landing located another 1/2 mile away. There, my son, daughter, and grandson attempted to start a fire to guide the rest of the river idiots to the landing. They gathered enough tree limbs, leaves and paper trash to start a small fire. And, at which point, my daughter managed to fall off the cement dock. With all the cement "road rash", other abrasions, a broken toe, and a good-sized gash on her knee - well, she would have made any biker proud.

After leaving the grandson there with the fire and a phone flashlight, we left to get a couple of vehicles to transport everyone after they are out of the river. It was only 13 miles - but 50 more minutes one way. You just can't get far going 5 mph. We started around 6 pm and it was 3 am before everyone was safe and back "home".

And that's when the well at my house finally died. No water. On a Saturday night. I about lost it.
:he :he:th:barnie:he :he

The well finally was fixed yesterday. A dozen or more cracked and broken wires along 125 feet. (sigh) Son is outside right now putting new calipers and brakes on my truck. I'm sitting in here with my own broken toe (another story) and keeping all digits minus one - crossed and hoping there are no more "surprises" today.
:fl

On a better note, the little poults in here are growing and one is even displaying. HOPE it's a BOY!!

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Well, the past two weeks have not been......good. I think some of it can be attributed to the notion of it being a "comedy of errors".

First (and required turkey talk), I lost all five of Goldie's poults - 3 from heat and 2 now mysteriously missing. No bodies, no feathers, no nothing.

My youngest daughter had to go to the hospital and I went along for moral support. On the way back from filling prescriptions and to drop her off at her vehicle, a caliper seized up on my old Dodge pickup. Believe me, this is never a good thing.

Then, while trying to determine my best course of action, my son calls. He needs help cause he's stuck on the Potomac River with 9 other family members, including 5 of my grandchildren. And it's getting dark. So, priorities change and my daughter and I head out to do a "water rescue", leaving the truck behind.

Where the group is located happens to be in the middle of bumf**k Egypt. The only roads available to get to them are dirt and narrower than the vehicle I am in. Filled with boulders, washouts, streams that had to be forded, and far too many up and down cliffsides - and I do not do well with heights.

Cell service was all but non-existent and in some places - there was no signal whatsoever. Once in a while, we could send a text - like about warning them that copperheads were out in full force on the river banks and aggressive due to the mating season here (I think). Anyway, we saw tons of them.

By then, it was pitch black out and one road we went down dead-ended where there were a bunch of people. Think of the movie "Wrong Turn". However, they turned out to be friendly (and safe!) and were able to guide my daughter to the river which was now 1/4 mile away, but where she spotted our missing group. A lot of Morse code then issued (actually just flashing lights at each other).

It took another hour to navigate to the next "landing" and where my son and grandson, having gotten off the river, were walking on the C&O canal towpath trying to find us. On the way to the towpath in the dark, my son managed to fall down a mountain, so he was limping pretty good by the time we picked them up.

Then, it was on to the now targeted landing located another 1/2 mile away. There, my son, daughter, and grandson attempted to start a fire to guide the rest of the river idiots to the landing. They gathered enough tree limbs, leaves and paper trash to start a small fire. And, at which point, my daughter managed to fall off the cement dock. With all the cement "road rash", other abrasions, a broken toe, and a good-sized gash on her knee - well, she would have made any biker proud.

After leaving the grandson there with the fire and a phone flashlight, we left to get a couple of vehicles to transport everyone after they are out of the river. It was only 13 miles - but 50 more minutes one way. You just can't get far going 5 mph. We started around 6 pm and it was 3 am before everyone was safe and back "home".

And that's when the well at my house finally died. No water. On a Saturday night. I about lost it.
:he :he:th:barnie:he :he

The well finally was fixed yesterday. A dozen or more cracked and broken wires along 125 feet. (sigh) Son is outside right now putting new calipers and brakes on my truck. I'm sitting in here with my own broken toe (another story) and keeping all digits minus one - crossed and hoping there are no more "surprises" today.
:fl

On a better note, the little poults in here are growing and one is even displaying. HOPE it's a BOY!!

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Wow! Sounds like you had a crazy week, I hope everyone heals up and events aren't so crazy for a while. :hugs Poults are adorable, I bet that one is a tom if it's displaying so young.
 
Well, the past two weeks have not been......good. I think some of it can be attributed to the notion of it being a "comedy of errors".

First (and required turkey talk), I lost all five of Goldie's poults - 3 from heat and 2 now mysteriously missing. No bodies, no feathers, no nothing.

My youngest daughter had to go to the hospital and I went along for moral support. On the way back from filling prescriptions and to drop her off at her vehicle, a caliper seized up on my old Dodge pickup. Believe me, this is never a good thing.

Then, while trying to determine my best course of action, my son calls. He needs help cause he's stuck on the Potomac River with 9 other family members, including 5 of my grandchildren. And it's getting dark. So, priorities change and my daughter and I head out to do a "water rescue", leaving the truck behind.

Where the group is located happens to be in the middle of bumf**k Egypt. The only roads available to get to them are dirt and narrower than the vehicle I am in. Filled with boulders, washouts, streams that had to be forded, and far too many up and down cliffsides - and I do not do well with heights.

Cell service was all but non-existent and in some places - there was no signal whatsoever. Once in a while, we could send a text - like about warning them that copperheads were out in full force on the river banks and aggressive due to the mating season here (I think). Anyway, we saw tons of them.

By then, it was pitch black out and one road we went down dead-ended where there were a bunch of people. Think of the movie "Wrong Turn". However, they turned out to be friendly (and safe!) and were able to guide my daughter to the river which was now 1/4 mile away, but where she spotted our missing group. A lot of Morse code then issued (actually just flashing lights at each other).

It took another hour to navigate to the next "landing" and where my son and grandson, having gotten off the river, were walking on the C&O canal towpath trying to find us. On the way to the towpath in the dark, my son managed to fall down a mountain, so he was limping pretty good by the time we picked them up.

Then, it was on to the now targeted landing located another 1/2 mile away. There, my son, daughter, and grandson attempted to start a fire to guide the rest of the river idiots to the landing. They gathered enough tree limbs, leaves and paper trash to start a small fire. And, at which point, my daughter managed to fall off the cement dock. With all the cement "road rash", other abrasions, a broken toe, and a good-sized gash on her knee - well, she would have made any biker proud.

After leaving the grandson there with the fire and a phone flashlight, we left to get a couple of vehicles to transport everyone after they are out of the river. It was only 13 miles - but 50 more minutes one way. You just can't get far going 5 mph. We started around 6 pm and it was 3 am before everyone was safe and back "home".

And that's when the well at my house finally died. No water. On a Saturday night. I about lost it.
:he :he:th:barnie:he :he

The well finally was fixed yesterday. A dozen or more cracked and broken wires along 125 feet. (sigh) Son is outside right now putting new calipers and brakes on my truck. I'm sitting in here with my own broken toe (another story) and keeping all digits minus one - crossed and hoping there are no more "surprises" today.
:fl

On a better note, the little poults in here are growing and one is even displaying. HOPE it's a BOY!!

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:hugs
glad no people got killed or permanently maimed

Think I had coccossis last year and found dead poults that looked ok in the am...never found 1
 
Wow! Sounds like you had a crazy week, I hope everyone heals up and events aren't so crazy for a while. :hugs Poults are adorable, I bet that one is a tom if it's displaying so young.
Gosh, Sara - I surely hope so too!!!! Thank you :hugs

The last time I had 4 poults, I ended up with 2 toms and 2 hens. Would have been just fine except Tommie Turkey is apparently half broad-breasted, so was afraid to let him try to breed a hen because of his size.

As far as these poults go, I would love to have 1 tom and 3 hens. Next to worst-case scenario would be to have 3 toms and 1 hen - but I could live with that. I will PROBABLY have 4 toms! Just watch.
:oops: :lau
 
:hugs
glad no people got killed or permanently maimed

Think I had coccossis last year and found dead poults that looked ok in the am...never found 1

No everyone was fine - other than being wet, cold, hungry - and some agitated Mommas. Kids thought it was great - even being stuck on the river. My son about had a heart attack and said he's now getting a satellite phone. My nephew (married with kids on the river) thought it was AWESOME and wants to finish the trip.

Someone had told them it was a 5 hr trip from point of entry to the campground. No one told me anything or I could have said NO - it is more like a 15-18 hr trip to go that far. Been there, done that - and got stuck on the river years ago and ended up walking miles to get out.

Sorry about the coccossis, Molpet. I have been very lucky I guess and haven't had any diseases so far in 20 years. But I am working on a case of scaley mites.

As to the missing poults, they were just shy of 2 months old, I believe. One disappeared from inside the shed, which I think is pretty tight - but obviously not since it's gone. The other from when I let Goldie and remaining poult outside - thinking it might have been safer - at least from whatever got the first one. Again, obviously not. I thought they were big enough that something should have been left behind, but .... nothing.

Before these next ones are allowed outside of the house, they will be in a locked coop with hardware cloth on all 6 sides. :mad:
 
Well, the past two weeks have not been......good. I think some of it can be attributed to the notion of it being a "comedy of errors".

First (and required turkey talk), I lost all five of Goldie's poults - 3 from heat and 2 now mysteriously missing. No bodies, no feathers, no nothing.

My youngest daughter had to go to the hospital and I went along for moral support. On the way back from filling prescriptions and to drop her off at her vehicle, a caliper seized up on my old Dodge pickup. Believe me, this is never a good thing.

Then, while trying to determine my best course of action, my son calls. He needs help cause he's stuck on the Potomac River with 9 other family members, including 5 of my grandchildren. And it's getting dark. So, priorities change and my daughter and I head out to do a "water rescue", leaving the truck behind.

Where the group is located happens to be in the middle of bumf**k Egypt. The only roads available to get to them are dirt and narrower than the vehicle I am in. Filled with boulders, washouts, streams that had to be forded, and far too many up and down cliffsides - and I do not do well with heights.

Cell service was all but non-existent and in some places - there was no signal whatsoever. Once in a while, we could send a text - like about warning them that copperheads were out in full force on the river banks and aggressive due to the mating season here (I think). Anyway, we saw tons of them.

By then, it was pitch black out and one road we went down dead-ended where there were a bunch of people. Think of the movie "Wrong Turn". However, they turned out to be friendly (and safe!) and were able to guide my daughter to the river which was now 1/4 mile away, but where she spotted our missing group. A lot of Morse code then issued (actually just flashing lights at each other).

It took another hour to navigate to the next "landing" and where my son and grandson, having gotten off the river, were walking on the C&O canal towpath trying to find us. On the way to the towpath in the dark, my son managed to fall down a mountain, so he was limping pretty good by the time we picked them up.

Then, it was on to the now targeted landing located another 1/2 mile away. There, my son, daughter, and grandson attempted to start a fire to guide the rest of the river idiots to the landing. They gathered enough tree limbs, leaves and paper trash to start a small fire. And, at which point, my daughter managed to fall off the cement dock. With all the cement "road rash", other abrasions, a broken toe, and a good-sized gash on her knee - well, she would have made any biker proud.

After leaving the grandson there with the fire and a phone flashlight, we left to get a couple of vehicles to transport everyone after they are out of the river. It was only 13 miles - but 50 more minutes one way. You just can't get far going 5 mph. We started around 6 pm and it was 3 am before everyone was safe and back "home".

And that's when the well at my house finally died. No water. On a Saturday night. I about lost it.
:he :he:th:barnie:he :he

The well finally was fixed yesterday. A dozen or more cracked and broken wires along 125 feet. (sigh) Son is outside right now putting new calipers and brakes on my truck. I'm sitting in here with my own broken toe (another story) and keeping all digits minus one - crossed and hoping there are no more "surprises" today.
:fl

On a better note, the little poults in here are growing and one is even displaying. HOPE it's a BOY!!

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All I can say is WOW! I'm thrilled that injuries were minor and all turned out ok.:hugs
 

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