Our Crazy, Crazy, Morning…

Turkey babies (who are not so much babies anymore, but teens) needed their brooder cleaned.
So I set up a yard within the big turkey yard, put out food and water and opened them up…and they proceeded to panic and fly here, there, and everywhere whilst screaming angst filled teenaged turkey anthems of woe and abuse because the whole wide world is scary and The Food Lady was murdering them.
*sigh*

So they ran the big turkey yard (the big turkeys were still in their coop because they are too big to run with the teen turkeys who are still mid-sized and no match for a full sized hen, let alone Dingus or Oscar) while I scooped their mass of straw/feed/shit out…
With this being the stenchiest part of the job, my Kiddo went off to feed the ducks and chicks in the Little Red Shed, only to come back to tell me 10 (58) chicks had popped their door and were now wandering around the building here, there and everywhere.
*sigh*

With that, we rounded up the teenaged angst filled turkeys and put them back into the brooder…and let the big adults out because they were convinced that they were gonna starve to death.

If Oscar doesn’t eat 65.3 times a day, he will die. He is happy to regale you with tales of how I starve him and how he has died so many times for lack of food.
*sigh*

As I cleaned out the next brooder (which is a half full combo of cornish and first hatchers), Kiddo let out and fed the ducks, geeses and big chickens. Geeses are mad that I haven’t dropped every single goddamed thing to get them some weeds right fucking now…and they are happy to tell me that in no uncertain terms.

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I have not listened to them, other than to laugh and say “You’re on the list, I’ll get to you soon”.
The next brooder got lined with shavings (because I’m out of straw and I don’t have the energy to chase anyone for any quite yet) and we set out to capture 10 (58) chicks and move them to it.
1 Wheelbarrow, a dog crate, 2 women, a dog and 3 horses…
This is what it takes to move 10 (58) chicks out of the Little Red Shed to the brooder.
Well, the dog and the horses are more a hindrance than help, but that is no surprise. And then there were 10 (58) chicks in the brooder.
*sigh*

Finally, we got to the point of making sure all the feeders and waterer were topped up, collecting eggs (my turkey hens are trying to nest again and are rather put out that I keep stealing their smooth egg babies), the pools for the smaller ducks filled to warm in the sunshine for afternoon swimming and now?
Now it is finally coffee time.
While I play with money to pay the bills, buy some groceries and if all gets paid just right, maybe even a case of beer for Hubby.
*sigh*

My helper at editing earlier this week…
This is Homer J, our latest house duckling.
He was abandoned by the hen who hatched him, left for dead at night in the duck yard.
We found him and brought him inside.
Honestly, didn’t think he was going to make it.
But it’s been a week now, and he’s doing just fine.
Singing up a storm and pooping everywhere but on my desk.
😉

My Day with the Turkeys

Listen, I love raising turkeys.
They’re funny, they’re kinda cute in an ugly way, they like to sing which is quite endearing, and they call me all. the. time…it’s adorable, really.
Plus, they taste pretty good too, once they end up at Freezer Camp.

But, oh my gawd…
They’re so stupid. And they have absolutely no sense of self preservation.
Like yesterday for example…

So we’re set back about 200ish feet from a fairly busy gravel road.
The horse pasture goes to within 25 feet of the ditch, and right on the other side of the ditch is…the gravel road.
The turkeys have been ranging the yard and pasture mostly without incident.
Until yesterday, when they followed their stupid beaks, eating grasshoppers (YAY!!!) until they ended up in the ditch outside the pasture.
And then 2 whites ended up on the road.
Oh for fuck sake.

So out I go, yelling at these stupid birds to get their “feathered assholes back in that pasture or fucking else!”
And that worked.
For just about an hour.
🙄

It’s also super smokey here right now because of the winds blowing smoke from forest fires up north down onto us, so I had to do the bulk of the chasing by myself, since my Kid couldn’t breathe outside (oh the joys of asthma!)
But she did help catch a couple of the whites, who got their flight feathers clipped and tossed into the proper turkey yard with Dingus, Oscar and the gals.
No more nice Food Lady.
Time to get acquainted with the big boss turkeys on the Farm.
Like, right fucking now!

“I am the Boss turkey!” says Oscar

After another hour or so, I had caught all but two of the Narragansett youngsters and had them clipped and into the turkey yard.
Happily, Dingus and Oscar were behaving themselves and not beating anyone up.
It helps that even though the whites are younger, they’re big birbs, and they look out for the younger Narragansetts, so even without a lot of experience, they weren’t taking any shit from the big guys.

White in the duck yard before he figured out how to get out of there…

It’s good for them all to be together though.
The whites showed the big Narragansetts the joys of the extra foods the Food Lady throws them, and they’ll be safer away from the fucking road!

Yesterday was out first Loop pick up, so there was lots of goodies for birds to eat.
And then this morning, before I let anyone out, I added extras to their feed trough.
We got a lot of bakery items yesterday, which the whites love…bread and sugar are their favorite things.
I mix it into their fermented feed so they couldn’t just pick out the stuff they like, but had to eat the good-for-them stuff too.
Just like little kids.
I *do* call them my stupid children for a reason!

But the whites will only be with us another 8-12 weeks.
Then off to Freezer Camp they’ll go.
I must admit, I am looking forward to Freezer Camp…

And then I’ll have to integrate the last 34 turkey poults with the big guys before winter.
lol
No, I do not have a lot of turkeys.
Not at all.
😉

Transplanting Seedlings

I’m quite excited that my peppers are at the point of needing to be transplanted.
This is exciting to me because, even though there is snow on the ground outside, the garden will soon enough be filled and growing.
The problem is always those seedling trays.
What on Earth is with them blowing holes in the corners all. the. time?
I get it, they’re not the sturdiest of plastics, but why doesn’t someone make a sturdy, hard plastic version?
I have said I would happily pay more so that I don’t have to re-buy them every season or two.

Yesterday, in our nearest small town, Hubby went into the hardware store to see if they had seedling trays.
Well, they did, but for some strange and ridiculous reason, they had drainage holes in the bottom.
Um, does the manufacturer (in this case Jiffy) even understand the usage of the trays?
*sigh*

But, The Kid and Hubby came up with a fix, so that I can get the peppers transplanted:

Yeah, that’s a drawer.
And that’s gonna work out juuuuuuuust fine!
But this is what manufacturers need to do.
Make us trays that are rugged and sturdy like this drawer.
We serious gardeners would *happily* pay more for them.
And let’s be honest, not having to ditch those flimsy ones every year or two and replace them would be a helluva lot better for the environment.

In other news, tomorrow is day 25 for the turkey eggs.
Tomorrow we take the turners out of the incubator, raise the humidity and wait…anxiously, for the turkey chirp, chirp, chirps to begin!
Still haven’t seen any eggs from the girls in the turkey yard, but that’s okay.
Last night I had to carry 3 of them back to the yard because they thought they should escape and go to bed with the chickens.
🤦‍♀️🙄
Um, no my poor silly birbs.
What I did notice is that they have the tell tale signs on the backs of their heads that Oscar and/or Dingus are doing their job(s). So hopefully soon, but even if not until next year, that’s okay too.
Good breeding stock is worth the time and investment, and these guys are quality birbs.

Skeksies

Welp, I finally managed to get out to the turkey yard with my camera.
Hubby and The Kid got the fence pulled and we now *have* a turkey yard!
Those poor birds were so confused the first time we left the door to their coop open.
And then again when Hubby shoveled out the mass of poo and straw.
😂😂😂
He was stealing their good stuff!!
But they’ve had a few days of freedom outside now and they’re starting to get it.
So the other day I went out with Voldemort and just sat down in the yard…in a spot they hadn’t shit yet…lemme tell ya, turkeys can shit a lot. Everywhere. Lots of shit.

But I found a spot and had a seat, giving them a chance to settle down and try to figure out what the hell I was…

“Oh hey…what are you?”

They spent a lot of time just staring at me, completely confused.
😂😂😂
Um, turkeys are confused a lot.
And a bit sketchy/skittish.
Oh but they’re fun!
They sing and hoot and call to each other and they’re like gangly teenagers who don’t have complete control of their bodies yet.

And I am 100% convinced that turkeys were the inspiration for the Skeksies.

Tell me that bird doesn’t look like a Skeksie!
Of course he does!
In case you’re wondering what the hell I’m going on about…
Skeksies

Just wandering about, doing turkey things…
Pretty light coloured hen…and some ducks.
The light one right in front is a tom…he’s figuring out his strutting and dancing…though he keeps doing it for the duck hens, not the turkey hens…I guess he likes his girls short, fat and weird looking. 😂😂😂

In a few months, we should see the hens begin to lay eggs…probably end of Feb., beginning of March…and then we’ll see the boys dance their mating dance…and then! Then I’ll be grabbing eggs to put into the incubator, because more turkeys is a good thing. 😉
Hell, if I can order some broad breasted whites (commercial birds) to raise with a round of these guys, hopefully we’ll be flush with turkeys for next year!
Fingers crossed.
🙂