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Miss Lydia said:
How are all your birds have they all be accepted as one flock now?
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Yep, although my muscovies are trying to be the center of attention now, the pekins are now walking, they really love people to!! Will walk right up to you. The only problem is now they think my yard is their hangout place, my mallard keeps leading them up to us, although its cute, the poop isn't great to have around. :sick They also have a whole 3 acres to themselves!! Were gonna start fencing the creek up now and just make a pond this spring :confused:p
 
Trimurtisan said:
I'd say it's too soon to tell for friendliness. As of right now they're borderline terrified of me. That being said, I did get to meet the parent stock, and they were delightful. They had no problem with me just reaching out and giving them a head rub.

Yes, their feathers do have some black. All the poults did if I recall correct, but only 1 adult had color. I'm glad you asked too, as I was confused myself. I looked it up though and found a site saying it's possible to even have a fully black feather now and then from the Royal Palm. It didn't say how frequent they are seen though. I don't know how true that is... For all I know they might not be pure, which kinda stinks, but not a total deal breaker. In the end I only paid $8.33 per turkey, and they adults were beautiful. Above all they had a fantastic temperament.

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Unless I have missed an important post someplace - (and I just went back and read from where I was tagged and then jumped in), your poults will probably grow up and look like this.

Royal Palm Hen
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Since I do not know which adult had color or which variety the parents are, I can only make an invalid assumption.

The reason I questioned the black is that every photo I have seen and every article I have read regarding MWT, is that they are supposed to be just white. Perhaps one of the other more informed turkey experts can add to this. @R2elk is great at this!

It looks like to me that there is a Royal Palm related very closely with your poults. As I said before, I am no expert of any kind; however, I would make MY best guess that it's possible they are half MW and half RP.

Price-wise, I don't think you could go wrong for any kind of turkey poult that are as feathered out as yours are.

More pics of the ones I have..... They do not have any black feathers and the only dark spots are from dirt or poo. They really do not care where they sit down. :D

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Welcome back to the first installment of:
The Life and Trials of Trim, a story in the making.
​
My father was caught cheating on my mom the day I was born. He got to see his mistress, but not his first born that day. 3 days before my 1st birthday, my parents divorce was finalized. From that point forward an emotional and finical downward spiral was started.

I never really had a male role model to look up to and learn to be a man from. My uncle (fathers brother) was the closest it got, and I spent a lot of time with him. Later on I learned he was a despicable person. He was a drunk that would beat his wife and children and then force them to clean up whatever mess he had made. He'd use whatever was closest to him, chairs, lamps, 2x4, and just viciously beat them. As a child I didn't know that was not right, not normal. This person fed me, taught me to fish, and loved me when my father wouldn't. This had to be what life was like. Not once did he raise a hand to me though. He'd tell me "If you'r cousins would do what they're supposed to, I wouldn't have to correct them." I believed him. I also found out latter in life, he was only nice to me because he wanted my mother's attention.

In 1991 my mom moved us to Florida. I was told it was because my mom suffered from SAD, but again, I later found out it was also to escape the violence that surrounded us. See my mom was physical, mentally, and sexually abused by almost every man in her life, including family. Just to help paint the picture. My mom's first husband raped her and beat heron a regular basis. He beat my 17 year old aunt to death, beyond the point of recognition, and then slept with my grandmother 2 days later while my mom was being held captive. Even if she didn't know how, she was going to provide us with a better life than she had.

When I was 12 we moved to the area we are in now. There is a lot of money here, a lot. I went to school with Shaq's little brother. It was VERY common to see things like Ferraris, Bentlys, and Lambos. Around that time, the city we live in was rated the 3rd best place to raise a family in all of the lower 48. We did everything to try and fit in, but rags and riches just don't mix well. I do not know how my mom was able to do it, but she made it work.

Around the age of 14, I started fighting. I was getting in trouble constantly with the law. By the age of 16 I was a habitual battery offender. I got tired of getting picked on for being poor, and just started ripping in to people. I justified it by going after bullies, but over time being a dominant figure was all to hard to resist. I no longer fought in the name of defense or honor. It wasn't to help the nerd who got his lunch money stolen anymore, it was to strike fear in people, and I was good at it. I was also heavily gang affiliated and had quite the fondness for prescription drugs.

One day though, I got arrested, and the judge was tired of seeing my face. He decided to make an example out of me. I was slated to go to Dozier a state ran "reform school." That's what it was publicly called, in actuality it was a level 8 juvenile prison. Reform school just sounded better to the public. I was to spend a minimum of 18 months locked up. In a ditch effort, I checked myself in to a rehab center and begged for one last chance. I didn't mean it though, I was just very good at manipulation. It did work, and the judge agreed to let me finish the program, but if I got in any trouble, I was going to a maximum security juvenile prison. Dozier was off the table, and I would be held until the age of 21, deemed a risk to society.

Per the Department of Juvenile Justice, State of Fl.
MAXIMUM-RISK RESIDENTIAL
Programs or program models at this commitment level include juvenile correctional facilities and juvenile prisons. The programs at this commitment level are long-term residential and do not allow youth to have access to the community. Facilities at this commitment level are maximum-custody, hardware-secure with perimeter security fencing and locking doors. Residential facilities at this commitment level shall have no more than 90 beds each, including campus-style programs, unless those campus-style programs include more than one treatment program using different treatment protocols, and have facilities that coexist separately in distinct locations on the same property. Facilities at this commitment level shall provide 24-hour awake supervision, custody, care, and treatment of residents. The staff at a facility at this commitment level may seclude a child who is a physical threat to himself or herself or others. Mechanical restraint may also be used when necessary. Facilities at this commitment level shall provide for single cell occupancy, except that youth may be housed together during prerelease transition. Youth assessed and classified for this level of placement require close supervision in a maximum security residential setting. Placement in a program at this level is prompted by a demonstrated need to protect the public.
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The rehab program was for 3 months in patient and 3 months outpatient. It took me 5 months of in patient and 6 months of out patient to graduate. I was bound and determined to beat the system, and continue life as I knew it. All I had to do was not get in trouble. I was sober the entire time though, and surrounded by adults that cared for me, and over time that broke down my walls.

Colleen was one of the staff members there. She was a recovering crack addict that had nothing else to loose. She had lost her the respect of her family, the custody of her children, her teeth, her breast, and for a long time her own self respect. I hated her. She was such an experienced junkie I couldn't pull anything over her. Lucky for me Colleen didn't hate me, and she sure as hell didn't leave me alone no matter how hard I fought her. There was other staff members that cared for me, but Colleen was the one to get through to me. I finally realized that if I continued on the way I was, the best I would ever do is to be a 15 year recovering addict trying to change mindset of a child. I finally learned to respect and love Colleen, but I did not inspire to be her.

The day I graduated from rehab, Colleen presented my certificate to me. She had tears running down her cheeks and a smile on her face. It was the first time I remember an authoritative figure being proud of me.

She taught me That I didn't need the gangs or drugs in my life. She taught me I didn't need to be a follower, and how to think for myself, and that was the greatest gift she could have ever given me.

I haven't seen Colleen in 20 years, but I hope she knows she did a good job, and has nothing but the highest respect and love from me. She let me know I could change and I did not have to repeat history. The same history my mom fought so hard to remove us from.

I'm not really sure how to end this. It's not very often I share that part of my life, but I'm not ashamed to. It is a very large part of why I am, who I am today. For that, and that alone, I don't ever want to forget how far I've come. I'm not looking for pity either. I made my bed, and I'm laying in it. Now it just has a new set of sheets.

Thanks for your time folks.

Chris.
 
Trimurtisan said:

Welcome back to the first installment of:
The Life and Trials of Trim, a story in the making.
​
My father was caught cheating on my mom the day I was born. He got to see his mistress, but not his first born that day. 3 days before my 1st birthday, my parents divorce was finalized. From that point forward an emotional and finical downward spiral was started.

I never really had a male role model to look up to and learn to be a man from. My uncle (fathers brother) was the closest it got, and I spent a lot of time with him. Later on I learned he was a despicable person. He was a drunk that would beat his wife and children and then force them to clean up whatever mess he had made. He'd use whatever was closest to him, chairs, lamps, 2x4, and just viciously beat them. As a child I didn't know that was not right, not normal. This person fed me, taught me to fish, and loved me when my father wouldn't. This had to be what life was like. Not once did he raise a hand to me though. He'd tell me "If you'r cousins would do what they're supposed to, I wouldn't have to correct them." I believed him. I also found out latter in life, he was only nice to me because he wanted my mother's attention.

In 1991 my mom moved us to Florida. I was told it was because my mom suffered from SAD, but again, I later found out it was also to escape the violence that surrounded us. See my mom was physical, mentally, and sexually abused by almost every man in her life, including family. Just to help paint the picture. My mom's first husband raped her and beat heron a regular basis. He beat my 17 year old aunt to death, beyond the point of recognition, and then slept with my grandmother 2 days later while my mom was being held captive. Even if she didn't know how, she was going to provide us with a better life than she had.

When I was 12 we moved to the area we are in now. There is a lot of money here, a lot. I went to school with Shaq's little brother. It was VERY common to see things like Ferraris, Bentlys, and Lambos. Around that time, the city we live in was rated the 3rd best place to raise a family in all of the lower 48. We did everything to try and fit in, but rags and riches just don't mix well. I do not know how my mom was able to do it, but she made it work.

Around the age of 14, I started fighting. I was getting in trouble constantly with the law. By the age of 16 I was a habitual battery offender. I got tired of getting picked on for being poor, and just started ripping in to people. I justified it by going after bullies, but over time being a dominant figure was all to hard to resist. I no longer fought in the name of defense or honor. It wasn't to help the nerd who got his lunch money stolen anymore, it was to strike fear in people, and I was good at it. I was also heavily gang affiliated and had quite the fondness for prescription drugs.

One day though, I got arrested, and the judge was tired of seeing my face. He decided to make an example out of me. I was slated to go to Dozier a state ran "reform school." That's what it was publicly called, in actuality it was a level 8 juvenile prison. Reform school just sounded better to the public. I was to spend a minimum of 18 months locked up. In a ditch effort, I checked myself in to a rehab center and begged for one last chance. I didn't mean it though, I was just very good at manipulation. It did work, and the judge agreed to let me finish the program, but if I got in any trouble, I was going to a maximum security juvenile prison. Dozier was off the table, and I would be held until the age of 21, deemed a risk to society.

Per the Department of Juvenile Justice, State of Fl.


The rehab program was for 3 months in patient and 3 months outpatient. It took me 5 months of in patient and 6 months of out patient to graduate. I was bound and determined to beat the system, and continue life as I knew it. All I had to do was not get in trouble. I was sober the entire time though, and surrounded by adults that cared for me, and over time that broke down my walls.

Colleen was one of the staff members there. She was a recovering crack addict that had nothing else to loose. She had lost her the respect of her family, the custody of her children, her teeth, her breast, and for a long time her own self respect. I hated her. She was such an experienced junkie I couldn't pull anything over her. Lucky for me Colleen didn't hate me, and she sure as hell didn't leave me alone no matter how hard I fought her. There was other staff members that cared for me, but Colleen was the one to get through to me. I finally realized that if I continued on the way I was, the best I would ever do is to be a 15 year recovering addict trying to change mindset of a child. I finally learned to respect and love Colleen, but I did not inspire to be her.

The day I graduated from rehab, Colleen presented my certificate to me. She had tears running down her cheeks and a smile on her face. It was the first time I remember an authoritative figure being proud of me.

She taught me That I didn't need the gangs or drugs in my life. She taught me I didn't need to be a follower, and how to think for myself, and that was the greatest gift she could have ever given me.

I haven't seen Colleen in 20 years, but I hope she knows she did a good job, and has nothing but the highest respect and love from me. She let me know I could change and I did not have to repeat history. The same history my mom fought so hard to remove us from.

I'm not really sure how to end this. It's not very often I share that part of my life, but I'm not ashamed to. It is a very large part of why I am, who I am today. For that, and that alone, I don't ever want to forget how far I've come. I'm not looking for pity either. I made my bed, and I'm laying in it. Now it just has a new set of sheets.

Thanks for your times folks.

Chris.
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:thumbsup Lovely story, sorry that happened to you. I feel like others can listen and relate to this and get help when they need it. I have gone through a lot in such little years but I know my family will always be their. If that was a real book I would diffidently buy it! :clap
 
Duck_life said:
Hey came across this thread in the duck forum. Mind if I join? :oops:
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The more the merrier! Just to let you know, we have a very tight allowance of topics here. They include...
  • Birds
  • Life experiences
  • Pictures
  • Humor
  • and anything else you want to talk about
I'm just joking around. There is no topic here, and we'd love it if you where to join in on it! :D
 

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