We could do nothing

Discussion in 'Random Ramblings' started by theoldchick, Apr 24, 2011.

  1. theoldchick

    theoldchick The Chicken Whisperer Premium Member

    May 11, 2010
    Last summer one of our hay fields was decimated by army worms. Obliterated by tiny ugly worms only a few tough fescue clumps remained.

    We could do nothing to help our land. Our grass withered and I cut it as directed. Not wanting to use powerful chemicals which would have seeped in the nearby creek we let the pasture die. The once gloriously green hay field was a barren mess by fall. I was deeply saddened and asked for God's help. Every day the dead field seemed to mock me.

    Then the wild turkeys arrived. They came in single file. One by one. The dominant hen had a conversation with the younger hens. Teenage poults waited at the treeline standing perfectly still. The hens divided and went to the poults. I heard much turkey talk as heads bobbed. I was fascinated as I watched from my front porch, binoculars pressed against my face.

    The turkeys and poults formed a line and slowly advanced. Occasionally, they formed a great circle and slowly made their way across the dead grass only to form a staggered line. A hen would pause, bob her head, and several poults would run toward to watch her use her beak to dig at the ground. They copied her motions and tore at the ground with much excitement.

    Not far behind the line were Killdeer. Darting about busily on slender legs, they took advantage of the tiny holes the turkeys made. They buried their beak up to the head as they worked. Meanwhile, the turkeys were very organized. Slowly and with incredible stealth, they made their way across the pasture and in front of my house. I sat on the brick steps and watched them graze and plow the dirt with their beaks. Adult hens noted my presence and simply put themselves between the poults and me. They worked their way across my pasture and faded into the tree line.

    This happened many times and I was able to watch the poults mature into good looking birds. Occasionally, they were joined by Killdeer, quail, meadow larks and our dead pasture was covered in tiny holes and the occasional sunbath areas by the time the first cold snap arrived.

    This is the result of their hard work


    I give thanks every morning as the sun rises.
    Last edited: Apr 24, 2011

  2. StevenW.

    StevenW. Lovin' My Quackers!

    Oct 7, 2010
    Central, Illinois
    It looks like something out of a movie! Very pretty! [​IMG]
  3. CityClucks

    CityClucks The Center of a 50 Mile Radius

    Jan 31, 2009
    Tulsa, OK
    Beautiful! Thanks for sharing your wonderful story.
  4. schellie69

    schellie69 Songster

    Oct 8, 2009
    That is so great how nature can take care of things we humans have no idea how to fix.
  5. KristyHall

    KristyHall Crowing

    Jan 27, 2011
    North Alabama
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    wonderful story.
  6. HorseFeatherz NV

    HorseFeatherz NV Eggink Chickens

    Mother nature is an incredible thing [​IMG]
  7. debilorrah

    debilorrah The Great Guru of Yap Premium Member


  8. coloradochick

    coloradochick Songster

    Dec 19, 2007
    Brighton, CO
    DITTO! what everyone else has said [​IMG]
  9. white01

    white01 Brady Brook Poultry

    May 11, 2010
    West Enfield,Maine
    what a wonderful and inspiring story, thanx so much for sharing it. [​IMG]
  10. hoosier

    hoosier Songster

    Thanks for sharing that story. I will try to keep it in mind if I have a similar experience.

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