Zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz…Zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz…
Zzzzzz…. Ah, corn, cookies, mashed potatoes…
Harumph…. Huh? Who’s there? Wait, where am I?
Wha? I was just dreaming…creamed corn…
Oh my, what a big eye you have…
Are you my mom???
Postscript: Six poults hatch from among the couple of dozen eggs the mama turkey lays on. Turkeys are big and clumsy, and the mama squashes her babies by accident, killing four.
Jim and the girls snap into action. There are only two poults left, one injured, the other tangled in the octagon of a chickenwire fence. Jim cuts out the trapped baby.
Both are just a few days old but already they eat and drink. Like most babies they sleep a lot. An old photography light/heat lamp simulates (as much as possible) the warmth of Mama’s downy feathers.
Jim says we’re nurturing the next generation of turkeys. Every day until all the eggs hatch he’ll be out there watching for the next set of poults.
Turkeys on red Ravine
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- Good Mother, Bad Mother
- Wild Turkeys Of Rioteague Island
- The Great Wild Turkey Experiment Is Failing
- Introducing (Drumroll) The Amazing Turkeys Wallenda
- Just Like A Warm, Fuzzy Lick (Almost)
- Happy Turkeys Day
- Turkeys Are Exhibitionists (And Other Things I’ve Learned From My Feathered Friends)
- Reflections On The Other National Bird
- Giving Thanks
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