This year's crop of 12 Turkeys (9 surviving) really took us up a level in our farm rating. It was thus a bit sad when 4 of the new gobbelers found a home in the village nearby. This post is a tribute to truth that we all must move out at some point. Gobble Gobble.
Snatched! This lady caught her two future roasters.
Eva says a forced goodby.
1 Gobble for me and 1 Gobble for you. 2 more roasters find flight.
The waiting brood - where will my future home be?
Wow! Could it be! Yesterday morning, Mrs Turkey decided it was time to hatch another batch.
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