It all started at 4ish am…
Hubby helped me run the next set of pork bellies out to the smoker, so I could pull out the done ones and re-load.
This was after I stayed up ’til midnight and The Kid and I checked to see if the first ones were done…obviously, they weren’t.
Once Hubby was off to work, I napped in the recliner chair for a bit.
As the sun was coming up I wandered off to the bathroom…and that’s when I heard it…
The very distinct sound of one of my stupid feathered children calling his stupid feathered siblings.
I’m just gonna say it…
Turkeys. Is. Stupid.
They’re flighty and dumb and just plain stupid.
They’re also sweet and rather endearing.
So even when I call them my “stupid children” it’s said with love.
So what’s the big deal with hearing a turkey calling at just past dawn?
Uh, I hadn’t let them out of their coop yet…so this stupid feathered child had managed to hide out somewhere outside of the turkey yard for the night.
Clearly *someone* missed the memo about coyotes having chicken snak paks at night…trust me, Ol’ Wile E Coyote would love him some turkey bird snax!
So off I went, leaving the dog inside, to capture the feathered idiot and put him back into the turkey yard…it wasn’t much of a chase. He *really* wanted back into the yard…he kept calling his siblings, who of course, were calling back.
Finally he just hunkered down by the fence and I picked him up.
And then he started to cuddle.
Turkeys, once caught, seem to love to cuddle.
By the time I had him back in the yard and cuddling, The Kid had made it out to give me a hand clipping the idiot’s flight feathers. Only 1 wing…that way they (supposedly) can’t fly.
Hopefully tonight everyone will go to bed properly…fingers crossed…but they’re stupid, so I’m more hopeful than sure.