Tag: turkeys
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From the Left
From the Left: Lady Astor, Alex, Carlos the Tiny, Aunty Del. The summer herd. Small but good and hopefully productive. The Tall and the Short of it. No problems there at the moment. Sheila has been moved across to her house in the field. Happily I might add. Now that she is alone I can…
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Up Close. Very Close.
And personal. Always. Up close and personal. Both the turkeys and their ever present associate and ringleader Geraldine the pea hen. As I dole out the feed into separate bowls for the pigs, they have their heads in the pigs bowls, as I lean in to scoop chicken feed into the white bucket they are leaning…
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Dog with Pipe
Yes – who would have thought it – TonTon is a smoker. Sigh. He knows there is a no smoking rule in the barn. He assured me he does not inhale. What rot. Like I have never heard that before! A pigs dinner. Though some pigs have to fight to get to eat their dinners unmolested by dratted…
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Tane goes for a walk
A LONG walk. He is convinced, poor deluded fella, that there simply must be a few kernels of corn left for him way out there in the field. But alas the harvesters nowadays leave nothing at all behind. And after the tiller has been through it is all mud in this wet misty weather. Tane…
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Flying Turkeys
Did you know – well, who knew – turkeys fly? They sure love to be all over the roof of my house, but they talk nicely. Though they do not like to be separated. If they are seperated they cry and pace. Then they will fly. Fly across to their family. Is that why I love…
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