Sad...and amazing all in a matter of 2-1/2 hours.
As most of my family and friends are aware...I love animals here on my mini-farm.
About 2 weeks ago, we became new owners of Chocolate Turkeys named Hershey (tom) and Godiva (hen). Over this course of a couple weeks, Godiva and I have become close to one another. She loves greeting me and being held by me...as she doesn't realize she's not a small bird anymore at just over 10 lbs.
Well, during these couple of weeks, we have been trying to figure out a coup for them to reside in protecting them from the foxes. As we've been deciding, we've been feeling comfortable with their sleeping arrangements until we figure things out for them. She usually will sleep on top of the goats 5' gate and he'll usually sleep on top of the chicken's pen about 8' high.
This morning my dog woke me up barking. With her bark, she doesn't bark for any other reason than to go outside to relieve herself or that there is a fox or someone in our yard. This was at 5:30 am.
I grabbed my .45 and flashlight and had a darn good feeling it was more of a fox issue than anything else...shined the light in the backyard to find Godiva being attacked by a fox. Firing the .45 was not an option as I would have woken up the entire neighborhood...I though of firing my Ruger 10/22 rifle...but that too would have woken up at least our next door neighbors...so all I could do was clap my hands loudly to scare the fox off of her...the fox backed off where she was free and I ran, turned on the flood lights and out the backdoor I went after the fox.
In a matter of 20 seconds....the time it took for me to run outside...it was all quiet. Not a peep....I walked the grounds with my light and didn't find her or the fox. I continued searching and with the temperature in the near teens...I gave up after searching.
I was very saddened by the loss and vowed to step up my game to extinguish of these foxes. Stayed up since she was attacked peering out my window with my .22 waiting to take out any further foxes. Sure enough...one ran right by the back yard, but again...I backed off from shooting so I didn't wake the neighbors. We may all live on acreage in our neighborhood...but the sound would have traveled too loudly. I had to let the fox go...
Made some coffee and woke the wife up to let her know that Godiva is no longer with us...which saddened my heart as she is a dear sweetheart of a large bird. If you've not seen our video together...you'll have to take a peek at it to understand what I'm saying about our relationship.
The kids then woke for school and I told my daughter that we lost Godiva....I could tell she was saddened by it but she held back her tears. She understands the risk we assume with animals.
So...time goes by and we are in the front room of our home awaiting the school bus to arrive for her and my son....
Yup, here's the bus and out the door they went......BUT...
Lizzie yells back at me and says..."She's alive!" "Daddy, Godiva's alive!"
I run outside and there she was...on top of our garbage can.
I looked her over and she was actually looking pretty good....but then the wound was found....she was bitten on our top back. Her air sack was ripped open and you can hear her air coming out of her air sack. Ack!
Relieved of joy that she is still with us I grabbed her up and put her inside out chicken coop up and away from our chickens until I could figure out what to do next. Surprisingly enough...she is in good spirits despite being ripped open on top about 4". She's able to stand and alert.
I got on the phone immediately calling for an exotic animal veterinarian. After several phone calls and searching around...I found one relatively close who does work on birds, and scheduled her in at 11:30.
Brought her in to the vet...and well, you know...it's not a norm that a turkey owner would bring their bird into the vet. This is because just to get in the door to be seen would run you about $60...and that's before any procedure is to be done. Heck, you can buy at least 3-6 turkeys for that price of just getting in the door.
Godiva has become a part of our family, just as our other animals....she is worth it for us.
She was seen by the doctor who surprisingly said he's seen worse and the birds have survived after surgery.
Next up....give me the quote for surgery....
Total out the door with visit and surgery came out to $263. Ouch! I didn't hesitate telling him to move forward with surgery. He said I could leave Godiva and they will call me.
So, here I am....at McDonalds in hopes that I receive a phone call from him saying the surgery went well and I can come and pick her up.
Time goes by......phone rings....
.
"Surgery went well and she is doing good, you can pick her up anytime now."
YES!!
So now...let me close this up now and say I am so very thankful that we've not lost Godiva. I know she's just an animal...but this is an animal that we've (okay, mostly me) come close to.
Okay...gotta go and pick up my girl....
As most of my family and friends are aware...I love animals here on my mini-farm.
About 2 weeks ago, we became new owners of Chocolate Turkeys named Hershey (tom) and Godiva (hen). Over this course of a couple weeks, Godiva and I have become close to one another. She loves greeting me and being held by me...as she doesn't realize she's not a small bird anymore at just over 10 lbs.
Well, during these couple of weeks, we have been trying to figure out a coup for them to reside in protecting them from the foxes. As we've been deciding, we've been feeling comfortable with their sleeping arrangements until we figure things out for them. She usually will sleep on top of the goats 5' gate and he'll usually sleep on top of the chicken's pen about 8' high.
This morning my dog woke me up barking. With her bark, she doesn't bark for any other reason than to go outside to relieve herself or that there is a fox or someone in our yard. This was at 5:30 am.
I grabbed my .45 and flashlight and had a darn good feeling it was more of a fox issue than anything else...shined the light in the backyard to find Godiva being attacked by a fox. Firing the .45 was not an option as I would have woken up the entire neighborhood...I though of firing my Ruger 10/22 rifle...but that too would have woken up at least our next door neighbors...so all I could do was clap my hands loudly to scare the fox off of her...the fox backed off where she was free and I ran, turned on the flood lights and out the backdoor I went after the fox.
In a matter of 20 seconds....the time it took for me to run outside...it was all quiet. Not a peep....I walked the grounds with my light and didn't find her or the fox. I continued searching and with the temperature in the near teens...I gave up after searching.
I was very saddened by the loss and vowed to step up my game to extinguish of these foxes. Stayed up since she was attacked peering out my window with my .22 waiting to take out any further foxes. Sure enough...one ran right by the back yard, but again...I backed off from shooting so I didn't wake the neighbors. We may all live on acreage in our neighborhood...but the sound would have traveled too loudly. I had to let the fox go...
Made some coffee and woke the wife up to let her know that Godiva is no longer with us...which saddened my heart as she is a dear sweetheart of a large bird. If you've not seen our video together...you'll have to take a peek at it to understand what I'm saying about our relationship.
The kids then woke for school and I told my daughter that we lost Godiva....I could tell she was saddened by it but she held back her tears. She understands the risk we assume with animals.
So...time goes by and we are in the front room of our home awaiting the school bus to arrive for her and my son....
Yup, here's the bus and out the door they went......BUT...
Lizzie yells back at me and says..."She's alive!" "Daddy, Godiva's alive!"
I run outside and there she was...on top of our garbage can.
I looked her over and she was actually looking pretty good....but then the wound was found....she was bitten on our top back. Her air sack was ripped open and you can hear her air coming out of her air sack. Ack!
Relieved of joy that she is still with us I grabbed her up and put her inside out chicken coop up and away from our chickens until I could figure out what to do next. Surprisingly enough...she is in good spirits despite being ripped open on top about 4". She's able to stand and alert.
I got on the phone immediately calling for an exotic animal veterinarian. After several phone calls and searching around...I found one relatively close who does work on birds, and scheduled her in at 11:30.
Brought her in to the vet...and well, you know...it's not a norm that a turkey owner would bring their bird into the vet. This is because just to get in the door to be seen would run you about $60...and that's before any procedure is to be done. Heck, you can buy at least 3-6 turkeys for that price of just getting in the door.
Godiva has become a part of our family, just as our other animals....she is worth it for us.
She was seen by the doctor who surprisingly said he's seen worse and the birds have survived after surgery.
Next up....give me the quote for surgery....
Total out the door with visit and surgery came out to $263. Ouch! I didn't hesitate telling him to move forward with surgery. He said I could leave Godiva and they will call me.
So, here I am....at McDonalds in hopes that I receive a phone call from him saying the surgery went well and I can come and pick her up.
Time goes by......phone rings....
.
"Surgery went well and she is doing good, you can pick her up anytime now."
YES!!
So now...let me close this up now and say I am so very thankful that we've not lost Godiva. I know she's just an animal...but this is an animal that we've (okay, mostly me) come close to.
Okay...gotta go and pick up my girl....