Turkey Lurkey

This is Fernando the Black Spanish turkey.

I wasn't sure if he was going to be a tom,

but there's no question.

He's not Thanksgiving or Christmas dinner

or dinner at all.

He just spends his days hanging with his duck friends.

Warning: Fowl Post

Spring has sprung,

and there's a whole bunch of new additions to the coop.

The fowl influx started on Easter with the purchase of 2 ducklings.

That's what happens when you have a grandkid.

On the right we have Scooby-Doo,

and on the left is Shaggy.

Shaggy was named something else by my son, 

but was renamed by the grandson.

This past Saturday I ventured out to the Poultry Swap

 to get some new pullets.

The grandson had some specific requests for new hens.

He wanted an orange chicken

and a green chicken.

He was happy to settle for one that laid green eggs 

after I explained there weren't any green chickens.

So I picked up a Buff Orpington that has been named Velma.

And I got an Easter Egger that has been named Fred

(I'm sure you can tell the grandson's current interest, 

though I'm a Scooby fan from way back).

Let's hope that Fred not only lays green eggs, 

but doesn't live up to the name and lays eggs period.

To finish my purchases, 

I picked up a pearl colored Cochin, a white crested black Polish

and 2 speckled sussex pullets.

AND....

a turkey.

This little guy is a Black Spanish heritage breed turkey.

It's one of the oldest turkey breeds and is in danger of disappearing.

So he will not be eaten.

Or she whatever it is.

Currently the turkey has no name,

but I'm sure I'll think of something eventually.

 So far, the lone hen I already had 

(named Donner because she's a cannibal)

is getting along with everyone.

There is some pecking going on,

but over all I think she's happy to have friends. 

Hopefully everyone will manage to got get eaten or pecked to death.

Talking Turkey

Big E Showed up yesterday morning with a photo of a bunch of turkeys down the road.

Not the neighbors, a real bunch of turkeys.

So we left for our Sunday jaunt in hopes that they would still be around.

They were.

Being the nut I am, I opened the window and stood up so I could get a good photo.

That's when I decided to gobble like a turkey.

They responded immediately.

I did this for several minutes

before another car came and I was forced to get out

and shoo them away from the van

(they had surrounded us at this point).

The Brat Child now thinks we need to go find and capture these turkeys and

keep them as pets.

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