This post was supposed to go out early June of this year. I found a "drafts" button on this website and decided to click on it. apparently I never posted this exciting blog from when we got our baby turkeys!
The turkeys have since been moved to the freezer, and I am really excited to enjoy one at Thanksgiving. Once they were old enough, they had moved outside to Ben's "turkey tractor", which was basically specially made an A-frame structure with chicken wire to keep birds in and critters out, and a shade on one end to keep turkeys happy. Its movable, and we basically put the turkeys inside it and then moved their "tractor" every day so that they could have fresh grass.
The turkeys have since been moved to the freezer, and I am really excited to enjoy one at Thanksgiving. Once they were old enough, they had moved outside to Ben's "turkey tractor", which was basically specially made an A-frame structure with chicken wire to keep birds in and critters out, and a shade on one end to keep turkeys happy. Its movable, and we basically put the turkeys inside it and then moved their "tractor" every day so that they could have fresh grass.
Last week, I got a call from the post office. "Your chicks are here!" exclaimed the voice over the line. I could hear enthusiastic cheeping in the background. We were expecting our turkey poult order to arrive at any day that week, and were ready. Well, as ready as we could be...
Ben and I had just spent the morning preparing the new Poult Pen for our latest group of critters, and were pretty excited when the phone rang.
We rushed to the post office. I could here cheeping as I walked up the steps. The sound when I opened the door was incredible. Apparently we weren't the only ones who ordered chicks that week. Behind the desk were 3 other boxes, all of whom were singing happily to the post office ladies. The ladies were laughing at all the ruckus, and wished me good luck when they handed me my box. We headed back to the farm with a box of peepers sitting on my lap.
The previous week, we had welcomed a group of cornish X rock chicks to the family, and were expecting a similar senario with the turkeys. Heat lamp, fresh bedding, special food, fancy water, and skittery little puffballs cheeping away on tiny legs. We were surprised at how different they turned out to be!
Turkey poults are nosy, and not nervous at all like the chicks were. They are also sortof oblong shaped puffballs with legs on one end instead of in the middle, making them super clumsy. They spent the first hour climbing up their feeder and cheerfully tumbling off of it.
This week, they appear to be learning how to fly...well sortof fly... Regardless, I had to make the sides of their little pen taller after I caught one sitting on top of their waterer.
Raising turkeys is going to be a fun new adventure for us at the farm, and a delicious reward conveniently around the end of November. In the meantime, we are having fun watching our little oblong fluffy poults flapping around their pen being nosy.
Ben and I had just spent the morning preparing the new Poult Pen for our latest group of critters, and were pretty excited when the phone rang.
We rushed to the post office. I could here cheeping as I walked up the steps. The sound when I opened the door was incredible. Apparently we weren't the only ones who ordered chicks that week. Behind the desk were 3 other boxes, all of whom were singing happily to the post office ladies. The ladies were laughing at all the ruckus, and wished me good luck when they handed me my box. We headed back to the farm with a box of peepers sitting on my lap.
The previous week, we had welcomed a group of cornish X rock chicks to the family, and were expecting a similar senario with the turkeys. Heat lamp, fresh bedding, special food, fancy water, and skittery little puffballs cheeping away on tiny legs. We were surprised at how different they turned out to be!
Turkey poults are nosy, and not nervous at all like the chicks were. They are also sortof oblong shaped puffballs with legs on one end instead of in the middle, making them super clumsy. They spent the first hour climbing up their feeder and cheerfully tumbling off of it.
This week, they appear to be learning how to fly...well sortof fly... Regardless, I had to make the sides of their little pen taller after I caught one sitting on top of their waterer.
Raising turkeys is going to be a fun new adventure for us at the farm, and a delicious reward conveniently around the end of November. In the meantime, we are having fun watching our little oblong fluffy poults flapping around their pen being nosy.