I would take you up on the turkey eggs, my friend, but I am a bit overextended as it is and will be cutting back further this year with the poultry. I just ordered 15 BBWhites from Stromberg's and 30 CRX that will all go in the freezer when they hit their mark. I get the poults the first week in June and the chicks in the next week so the kids can show in 4-H. Just one batch of the CRX this year though since they voted to go to their cousin's wedding in Western NY rather than go to State Fair this year. I still hope I can prep by birds and get back in time to show my own in the Open show though. We shall see.
I did enjoy the first year I had turkeys, but I didn't have a matching pair, so I sold the hen and ate the tom (who I wished later I had kept for a pet). The following year I got Beltsville eggs and got 5 to near maturity before I wanted whack them. I sold them though. They were the biggest jerks, always harassing the chickens and weren't terribly kind to me either. I do enjoy my dumb BBWs though, I can herd them with a stick like I do ducks. Last summer when I moved them from an outdoor pen to the turkey paddock, one went into one of the runs attached to the breeder barn and got lost from the rest. Boy, he was making the biggest fuss until I rescued him. As soon as he saw the other turks, he almost cried, I think. It was like when you hide behind a blanket from a baby that hasn't learned object permanence yet. It was hilarious! Of course, I am pretty easily entertained these days.
I did enjoy the first year I had turkeys, but I didn't have a matching pair, so I sold the hen and ate the tom (who I wished later I had kept for a pet). The following year I got Beltsville eggs and got 5 to near maturity before I wanted whack them. I sold them though. They were the biggest jerks, always harassing the chickens and weren't terribly kind to me either. I do enjoy my dumb BBWs though, I can herd them with a stick like I do ducks. Last summer when I moved them from an outdoor pen to the turkey paddock, one went into one of the runs attached to the breeder barn and got lost from the rest. Boy, he was making the biggest fuss until I rescued him. As soon as he saw the other turks, he almost cried, I think. It was like when you hide behind a blanket from a baby that hasn't learned object permanence yet. It was hilarious! Of course, I am pretty easily entertained these days.
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