A century of Turkey talk 2000-2100.

OMG Aurora! 200-ish eggs at once!! That's completely freaking me out! What a SCORE!! Congrats!

Spent the day outside pidling around the gardens. Daisy is my little shadow. Annie is my investigative journalist! She has to thoroughly investigate everything then provide a non-stop commentary! The chickens just forage their little beaks off. However one of my BA's hangs out with me & the turkeys. Actually caught her grooming Daisy. Wasn't all that warm. In the low 50's, but the sun was out.
 
Oh no guys, I'm in trouble now! Found a cabinet incubator for sale nearby for $200....picking it up on tuesday lol

I am picking up a cabinet incubator Monday! I plan to incubate in it and use my other 3 for hatchers and segregating them. Maybe make one into an ICU.. Does anyone know where I get a cheap remote baby thermometer and neo natal heart monitor?
 
We went away for the day and did not get back until a couple hours after dark. So all my turkeys are outside in trees, on roofs and fences. I hope they will be all right! May the owls stay away.
 
Hope all your birds are OK Ralph. My girls have taken to roosting on my back porch rail if I'm late for " turkey tuck in time". Makes it easy to round them up. They've decided thats their hang out area. Works for me!
 
The turkeys all survived!

When I checked on them at 8:30 they were all alive, 3 were outside the pen, 3 were in the pen and 14 came out of the turkey house to greet me. Stupid birds refuse to go into their house when it gets dark, but go in when it gets light! Stupid Birds!!!!

When I had just a few birds I would pick them up and carry them into the coop. With 20 birds (soon to be 14) it is just too hard to do. I have found there is more chance of injury when I try to grab them and move them into the coop after dark. You all know I raise bellybuttons. They will try to escape my grasp when I grab for them and fly into things or get tangled in netting or something, So I just let then stay out if I miss turkey tuck in time..BUT I worry all night about it.
 
When we were kids, (my brother and I) we would climb into the cupola of the barn and there were pigeon nest there. (wild ones) We started playing with the babies, taking them out of their nest and then putting them back. The mothers hated us..


But the babies became pets. We would be outside when they got older and they would fly down and land on our shoulders. We loved them. I remember one time my Dad was plowing a field about a mile from home, when one of them landed on the steering wheel of the tractor. My Dad actually stopped plowing and shut the tractor down to talk to the pigeon. That in itself was a miracle. I doubt Dad would have shut the tractor off when in the fields if he ran over me!
 

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