Turkeys

It’s Saturday morning.
The roosters are screaming.
Some mornings, I feel like I should be allowed to wake up screaming like they do…
Eh, with my closest neighbour 1/2 mile away, I guess I could.
But let me tell you about our week…

After all that work getting the pressure tank done, we’re still having problems with the well pump coming on too often.
And it turns out it’s because…we have a broken water line from the well to the house.
Joy.
So we’re chasing the local well company to come out for a. and estimate on cost to repair and b. time frame to do it.
But it’s planting season and fuck if anyone is calling us back. 😡
*sigh*

Tuesday I got a message on Instagram from my turkey hatching egg dealer…she was in the biggest city the next day, my big incubator just emptied of hatched chicks, and did I want her to bring me turkey eggs?
Um, let me think…
YES!!!
So after some discussion, we figured out MCFHubby would meet up with her for the exchange.
I was disappointed I didn’t get to visit with her (she really is a cool lady!) but at least we managed to get the egg exchange done, and I now had another 36 Narragansett turkey eggs to put into my incubator.
Yay me!! 🙂

Wednesday morning, I pop the eggs into the incubator, with 5 that my turkey hens laid, for a total of 60 turkey eggs set between the 2 incubators.
I still haven’t cracked one of ours open to make sure the tell tale bulls eye is there, but I *have* watched the boys do their jobs, so I’m going with “horny teenage turkeys” for the win.
😂😂😂

Oh and then Thursday…
Fucking Thursday.
So, I’m dozing at 4am, waiting for my turn in the bathroom, when I hear repeated beeps from the small incubator.
I’m not terribly worried because Miss Daisy Mae loves to sit there and sometimes she knocks the cord and it beeps as she does it.
But then, I realize, I have 3/3 cats in bed with me.
Hmmmm…
So I get up and I see the lights flashing on the incubator.
And the fucking cord is hot, hot, hot…oh and it’s smoking! And there’s a bulge in the cord where there shouldn’t be one…
Shit!
Clearly, this cord is fucked.
So we scramble (at 4am) to find a replacement in the house…because doesn’t *everybody* have a million and 2 extra ac power cords lying about?
No deal. Nothing that will work.
But we find that if the power pack (big rectangle in the middle of the cord) has a fan on it, it cools off enough to keep it running…okay, but this can’t be the answer for another 3 weeks, so Hubby heads off to work and I make a list of places to call to find a new incubator.
Fuck.

After some run around, a lot of coffee, and a break down or two…seriously, want to see a grown woman sob uncontrollably? Let her see smoke coming off her incubator at 4am when she can’t do shit all about it…but, I found an incubator and a set of turners at the local Peavey Mart (for y’all in the US, think Canadian version of Tractor Supply).
I texted Hubby, who then left work to go and get it.
I’m telling you, incubators are in short supply this year!
More and more people are turning to hatching out chicks than ever.
A lot of them are not so sure about what to do with the roosters they hatch but that’s a whole different discussion.
Y’all know we eat any extras here.
Some folks can’t wrap their heads around that tho…

So the great thing about this new incubator is, with the turner, it holds 41 eggs.
And it has windows!!
No more fighting the urge to peek in and see what’s going on.
Just look in the windows!
😍
I had 19 turkey eggs in the small incubator, that were at 1 week development.
Turkey eggs take 28 days.
Chicken eggs take 21 days.
See where I’m going here?
😂😂😂


Once we got the new one set up, and the turkey eggs were in, I just had to fill it with chicken eggs.
Because they will hatch around the same time.
So I get an extra 22 chicks (potentially).
And now I have the capacity to hatch 97 chicks at a time.
So.
Many.
Birds!
But, we’re gonna eat goooooood this winter. 😉
And I figure I can run 2 more hatches this year, before it gets too late for chicks.

Oh, and that small incubator?
Totally fucked.
The entire digital panel is malfunctioning.
But the thing is, I only paid $115 for it, and this was our 3rd season using it. It has, over it’s life time, ran continually for just about 13 months…and I’ve hatched many, many chicks out of it. It has *more* than paid for itself!
But this also tells me that I need to make sure I have money set aside for when the big one goes…it’s from the same place, and we’re on our 2nd season with it.
It may last longer, it may not.
But I need to be prepared for whatever happens.

As for the current turkeys…
Whites are growing wonderfully.
They’re only 4 weeks old but fully feathered and almost ready for an outdoor yard.
My remaining 5 Narragansett kids are doing wonderfully too.
I have at least 2 hens, one is another little auburn girl who is soooo pretty!
And she loves to perch on my arm.
I kinda hope she continues that habit. ❤

And then there’s my EmmaBird from last year’s hatch…

Emma is my auburn hen from last year’s hatch.

That box she’s in is my hay baling box.
She’s decided that’s her get away from the boys.
I think she’s considering going broody.
She can’t have that box though, so Hubby is working on building a couple smaller ones that we can put into the turkey yard, because broody turkeys is just fine with me.
And ain’t she just a lovely girl?
While turkeys may not be the brightest of birds, they are endearing (and tasty), and Miss Emma is one of my favorites.

Oh Sable!!

Last Sunday morning, we got a bit of a surprise…

At random times during the day (and sometimes at night) I like to peek out the back door at the Merry Mares to see what they are doing.
This is how I capture those sleepy, laying down, cute and cuddly pony moments so often.
Because I *know* how lucky I am to work from home and have access to their equine cuteness 24/7.
😂😂😂

So Sunday morning, before we’d done chores, I was thinking about going outside with the camera, but didn’t want to if the nags were just standing around eating…because boring!!
At least napping in the sunshine can be turned into *something* more…
So I open up the back door, stick my head out and see Sable.
Well, her head pops up and she looks at me.
I look at her, and I realize…

There’s no fence between her and I!

I turn to The Other Two and say
“Uh, guys? Sable’s out of the pasture…”

Which leads to a flurry of jackets, boots, and halters and out the door we go.
The Kid walks up to Sable, who hadn’t gone more than 10 feet from the gate, and slips her halter on her.
Sable looked relieved that her Kid had come to save her.
Hubby opens the gate up, and Kid goes to walk Sable right back into the pasture…the only trouble our CinderBella gave her was when she realized I was coming. Then she’s like “But wait!! I wanna see Mom!”…but Kid said “Nope. Mom will come to you, once you’re back in your room.”
Brat.

This is the gate she got out through…

What we think happened was the gate was left unlatched the night before.
It happens sometimes.
Somewhere through the night/morning, she pushed the gate passed the post and got out.
Probably while chasing hay…because they love to toss it around on the ground and search out the smaller, leafy bits.
Knowing her, she got halfway through and discovered backing up hurt (because the gate opens into the pasture, so backing up would wedge it on her body) and so she went forward.
And she wouldn’t know that once out, all she had to do was push back through to get back into the pasture, so she went a few feet away and nibbled dried out thistles…because thistles are nummy, dontcha know!
😂😂😂
Either way, there was a ton of hay in/around the feeders, plus the wheelbarrow load for the next feeding was right there and she wasn’t interested in it…so we know it was just an adventure she was on.

Thankfully, Ruby and Astrid hadn’t left the pasture.
Ruby was around the other side of the buildings, sunning herself.
Astrid was behind the garage doing the same.
But I had an extra halter in my hand, just in case.
lol

What we did learn with this though, was that Sable has no problems coming out of the pasture.
Which is a good thing.
I’ve been wanting Hubby to build us a hitching post in the yard for ages and ages…somewhere we can tie a horse up for grooming, tacking up, trimming…where the others can’t get in the way.
I kinda gave up on the idea the last time I tried to take Sable out to eat down the lawn and she had a panic attack…but we figured out that the problem with my doing that was that it was *just* me doing it.
Her Kid was at school at the time, so she panicked.
Such tiny brains in such big bodies.
😉

At least she’s really, really pretty…

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