A century of Turkey talk 2000-2100.

He's on the eggs right now
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I'm not sure how many there are.
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I have made a monster.

My rusty slate baby is a Tom. He is a monster. He has failed lapper training.

He would not come close to me for a while. He then would come close but only eat treat grain if it was on the floor.

Now he stands back and comes running when I hold my hand full of grain for the birds. He pecks so hard his beak feels like it is going through my palm. He bites my knuckles and fingers.

I have started dropping grain on the floor again for them. He refuses to eat off the floor. He only wants treats out of my hands.

I think he likes meat with his grain.

I did force him to sit on my lap. He hates it and refuses to eat when he is on my lap.
 
I have made a monster.

My rusty slate baby is a Tom. He is a monster. He has failed lapper training.

He would not come close to me for a while. He then would come close but only eat treat grain if it was on the floor.

Now he stands back and comes running when I hold my hand full of grain for the birds. He pecks so hard his beak feels like it is going through my palm. He bites my knuckles and fingers.

I have started dropping grain on the floor again for them. He refuses to eat off the floor. He only wants treats out of my hands.

I think he likes meat with his grain.

I did force him to sit on my lap. He hates it and refuses to eat when he is on my lap.

Soooo... are you gonna name him Thanksgiving or Christmas, or maybe Drumstick?
 
The Sweetgrass nesting in the garden would hiss at me every time I stopped to check on her. Tonight she started talking while I was still 15' away. When I got up to her she started hissing but took a break from hissing to talk for a moment. This has always been the sign that a turkey hen has a newly hatched poult.

It is still raining and I don't have the brooder heated up so I did not bother her anymore. Hopefully there will still be live poults in the morning.
 
It’s finally stopped raining here, but the water is just rushing through our lower pasture—where it’s not spread out everywhere. There’s only a tiny bit of ground in the run that’s not under at least a thin covering of standing water. The sometimes pond next door has almost reached our property line. I’ve never ever seen it like this... so glad we’re actually not on low ground.

I moved my meaties to higher ground this morning. I was in such a hurry to get them out of the wet, and of course it was raining. One poor girl got stuck under the edge somehow. They’re usually very good about that... I’m usually watching them more closely. I lifted the edge up high and moved it away from her, but she was gone before I could even get to her. Poor thing. I did my best to bleed her, considering her heart had already stopped. She had a dislocated wing and some bruising on her hock joint. Also some trauma to her neck that I don’t think I did with my knife. I mean, she just died, like instantly. I’m glad she didn’t suffer more than a moment, but that was just weird. Are they always that way?

Anyway it’s a good thing DH isn’t here or he’d think I’m ghoulish for butchering her. The carcass is 2 lb 13 oz. Roast chicken tomorrow for me and my mom.

Not that I used it for one unexpected bird, but I’m glad I got the plucking machine... just sayin’.

I also found one of my hens dead and stiff under the roosts. DH’s favorite. She was the runt, and never all that vigorous. I blame the weather, but who knows? :idunno Poor girl.
 

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