Aw Lisa, what's going on? Is it the weather? I'm sorry you had to send off your BA. Cheer up, lady
Actually, I do have a bit of a tale. So usually when everyone's loose in the game preserve, if I leave them alone or forget to put them away before dark, everyone goes to bed on their own. The birds all know which pen is theirs. Last night happened to be a night where I didn't get out there to check on them until after dark. I was pretty surprised to see that the two white turkeys and the three BR chicks they hang out with weren't in their usual spot. They'd decided to camp out in the bushes somewhere, so I let them stay out, not knowing that it was going to rain. This morning when I went out, I found the three BR's just as happy as could be. The turkeys? Not so much. They had their feathers all wet and floofed for warmth, and their heads tucked in as much as they could. They ran up to me like, "Hey, it's flipping cold out here!" Hmmm, imagine that
Got everyone fed, and when I looked out back later, I could see all of the turkeys hanging out on one of the chairs we pulled out to the garden to watch chicken tv. It was pretty funny. If I had to caption it, it would be, "Man. This sucks." Accompanied with many grumpy faces.
Welcome, feather! I'll have to go check out pictures of your flock a little later when I'm not trying to hustle to work
Love the names.

Actually, I do have a bit of a tale. So usually when everyone's loose in the game preserve, if I leave them alone or forget to put them away before dark, everyone goes to bed on their own. The birds all know which pen is theirs. Last night happened to be a night where I didn't get out there to check on them until after dark. I was pretty surprised to see that the two white turkeys and the three BR chicks they hang out with weren't in their usual spot. They'd decided to camp out in the bushes somewhere, so I let them stay out, not knowing that it was going to rain. This morning when I went out, I found the three BR's just as happy as could be. The turkeys? Not so much. They had their feathers all wet and floofed for warmth, and their heads tucked in as much as they could. They ran up to me like, "Hey, it's flipping cold out here!" Hmmm, imagine that

Welcome, feather! I'll have to go check out pictures of your flock a little later when I'm not trying to hustle to work

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