Our neighbor has turkeys. White ones. Or rather, our neighborhood has turkeys. White ones.
You see? They free range everywhere, and don’t care whose farm they are on. Not only that, but these are second generation turkeys. The neighbor’s tom and most the first flock died, and the hen mated with wild turkeys… to produce this:
They like our farm, and since the end of summer, they’ve been coming and visiting. Checking out the garden. Eating out of the bird feeders. I’ve even caught them checking out the chickens from the other side of the fence.
Dots and Pip usually meet them on our side, all bluster and bucks and warnings about whose pasture it is.
Today, the wandering white turkeys decided to check out the inside of the chicken pasture.
I was surprised, because they didn’t hurt my chickens. Just walked around doing their own thing. Pavel and several of the hens ran over to check it out. One of them puffed up his feathers at Pavel but did not attack or anything. Given they’ve been running wild for months and months, I was a little worried when she ran right up to them!
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