Last night it was still 85 at 10:30pm. Thought about leaving the baby turkeys out all night but then decided to give them a little more 'weaning'. I'm a nervous turkey mom. Its so funny to me that the rehab guy didn't think I could keep these little boogers alive. I guess they want to live and I am instinctively doing the right things. They sure are cute.
I am sitting here with a coop diagram, trying to figure out how to rearrange everyone so that they fit. My wild babes need to graduate out of the temp pen ASAP. They want to play with having wings and are quite good little fliers.
I'm tired of playing musical coops, in general, and am looking forward to rehoming some birds.
I have a spreadsheet that illustrates how I can get from 70 birds back to the 15-20 I plan to keep over the winter. I am profoundly grateful that enough sell to provide their own feed!
Honestly, though, despite my griping I'm really glad I have too many chickens right now. I am doing everything I can to distract myself and keep busy. The blues are trying really hard to close me down. The birds keep me from being a real mess. Probably the only reason DH isn't freaking out about them...
Batty, I'm betting the Aunt Sally thing must be stress. Been having my own Aunt Sally issues lately, too. And my doctor retired
Really don't wanna see some new guy. And my GP has volunteered for the job often enough in the past that he's creeping me out.
Intermittant splort showers are better than swimming in splort. There's my positive spin on a splorty day...