Spanish Black Turkeys

The  Spanish Black  turkeys are growing very slowly. But surely.  They are inquisitive and have a shrill call when they think they are being ignored.  I still have no idea what the gold one is. I am hoping it is a hen though. Then we can keep her.
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Geraldine the Peachick has bonded very strongly with Amanda.

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She (or he) lives with the turkeys but pays very little  attention to them preferring to play footsie with Coda, the pale ginger kitten,  through the mesh of her run or fly up to Amanda’s shoulder when she is in there. She will even poke her beak into BooBoo’s nose, through the chicken wire – but goodness!!

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corn

We picked 11 dozen ears of corn for the farmer market tomorrow. Jake is going to grill some of them and serve them with some kind of fabulous basil butter (the basil is from my garden as well)  – and the rest will be sold as is. So if you are in Pontiac this morning drop in and find the boys and their tent of happy home grown food.

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The best part of my summer series this year has been the Kitchen Mama. Tomoyo was our  Kitchen Mama yesterday.  It is a great thrill for me to see these women and men take the picking basket and forage through the gardens looking for the ingredients for their dinners. And even though this year has been such a disappointing year in the garden -we have been flooded out again and again –  there is always something to eat.

The joy of cooking good wholesome honest food for a group of people is deeply satisfying. Being given permission to muck about in the kitchen for  a whole day brings out something intrinsic in a person. Something deep and old. The love of feeding another. Sitting down to eat together is ageless.

We have a new long term volunteer coming in a month. His name is Hugo and he is a very young man from France. He will be arriving in the middle of next month. He is a very determined young man too. I love this about him. he has literally talked me into having him to stay.  He wants to learn English. My French is very rusty (I was taught French by an Irish Nun)  so I may be in need of some help here! (Viv!!) More on that later.

I let Poppy and her babies out into the pigs garden yesterday then spent a frantic 15 minutes convinced they would find a hole in the fence and run away.

But they all came back when called much to my relief. Poppy spent the whole time jamming as much grass down her throat as she could.

pawpaw

The pawpaws are growing. I know nothing at all about them except that I like to eat them. So I need to do some research on this American native to see when they are ripe to eat!

Amanda’s chicks are due to hatch this weekend! Mercy life is fun – isn’t it?

I hope you have a lovely day.

Your friend on the farm,

celi

 

32 responses to “Spanish Black Turkeys”

  1. Lots of babies growing up all over the Farmy, and your latest one will be young Hugo. The Farmy will change him; he’s on the right path already, being so determined to come, but he will leave a different person, and perhaps the Farmy will show him his life’s direction.

  2. This small thing on Amanda’s lap has already enormous wings! – For the golden turkey babe (is it really a turkey chick?): It has so different feathers, so very different to that of the black ones. Not just in colour but in texture too. That’s why I said that this lacy feathers as pictured on July, 20 reminded me of Godot. It wares her (his) “dress” like a tender veil. This birdie surely once becomes a prince or a princess as in the fairy tales, because it looks so beautiful. I am really curious what comes out later.
    Oh for Hugo (ygo) – you have to get your French into shape then. 😉 – Enjoy your day, Celi!

  3. Goodness, this post is just brimming with happiness and good things! I am happy happy happy on your behalf! The kitchen Mamma looks very capable and creative, and Amanda with her lovely manicure has definitely got a way with the little winged one. You and Hugo will understand perfectly. I have a feeling. Love to you all.

  4. I love cooking, especially for a crowd. The mess (I always make a mess), the clatter of pans, the array of colors and scents, the chatter – then that brief moment of silence when everyone is eating and you know all is well. Your corn makes me want to hop in the car and drive down to Pontiac tomorrow. Unfortunately, the car is too tired . . . 🙂

  5. Those piglets are growing by leaps and bounds. I confess to wanting to have them running around my yard, although they would surely find the holes scattered throughout my fence line…sigh.

  6. Oh, Celi, a question yet: Does Ygo know cooking and will he be able to be a Kitchen Mama? I think that’s a decisive Point for you, isn’t it? 🙂

  7. Lovely chicks and pigglys.
    Tu sera la bievenue de m’appeler comme interprète. SKYPE? ou Facebook messaging en cas de problème! As Irmi says, I hope Hugo can cook. In France they don’t seem to eat vegetables, except in soup, so you’ll have to convert him with your delicious produce.

    I emailed you with a ;query on behalf of Jock for his embroidery.
    Have a lovely weekend,
    ViV xox

  8. These are amazing photos as were yesterday’s–especially the kitten peering into the fowl’s place. So happy the cows are mucousy! The Geraldine is so cute and the turkeys too. I can’t imagine a French person not into cooking!!

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