I think we have been here before. The turkeys are not deterred by the elecronetting, not one bit. So despite concerns about Blackhead Disease, they are free-ranging about the homestead. I hope the 8-foot fence contains them when they get sent to work in the Bluebird orchard, but before they go, they will be getting a wing-clipping insurance policy.
Turkey behavior is nothing like a large chicken. They don’t squabble as much (but when they do, it’s over food and it’s not pretty), they stick together, and they are much more friendly. I
can get them can’t stop them from following me around the property when I’m doing chores. And they make a piercing trill as they wander about.
The turkey attention was kind of fun at first, but dining al fresco chez Ranch has its drawbacks lately.
R never did finish his dinner, after removing turkeys from his person and then washing his hands at least a half dozen times.
By now it is getting darker. The turkeys were angling to roost on the porch for the night. We finally had to turn out all the house lights and turn on their brooder lamp to get them to go into the Chickestoga. They need that big red light, like a Christmas decoration or a section of Amsterdam, to find their way home. I’m going to try to shift them to a solar patio lamp so they’ll go to roost once we move them.
We are having a heat wave. We don’t have air conditioning. We’ve been working hard and by sunset, we are spent. The next night, Carson wouldn’t stay quiet through dinner and the turkeys were relentless in their companionship. So R and his puppy needed a little break.
That private moment didn’t last long.
Carson handled the confusion really well.
I think we got ourselves a good’un, so long as we don’t wreck him with our own inexperience as puppy handlers. When he grows up a little more, he’s going to have another job added to his chores: keep the birds off the porch.