Cheep, Cheep

6:20 am and the phone rings. "This is Angela at the Post Office. We have your chickies". They are actually turkey poults - Narragansetts to be precise - but I see no reason to correct her assumption.

I get them home and put them in their new box - everything is already set up for them. I will set them up a bigger place in a couple of days when they have learned to eat and drink properly. Meanwhile, I think it better that they have their food and water close at hand. I think turkeys were hiding behind the door when brains were given out. They are pecking everything BUT the food and stumbling into the water like little drunkards.

This is only my second attempt with turkeys. My first attempt was a resounding failure. I started out with 9 and ended up with 4. Those four are almost certainly Toms. Two White Broad Breasteds (Thanksgiving and Christmas) and two Narragansetts whose fate is yet to be determined. Eventually I would like to raise some of the rare Breeds and color varieties, but until I am more experienced I will practice with the Hatchery variety.