Original decided to peck through the screen in the barn into the feed room. She laid 2 eggs there in relative peace and quiet, I presume. I guess everyone is entitled to their own delivery room. With no more Crispy, they're really only good for eating...or this week for dying. We might just have the coolest Easter eggs ever this year......at least the largest.
It's time to think about mates. Baby and Penny need a man. I'm not sure about Original as they say that it's not easy to get baby turkeys without artificially inseminating them.... Way beyond our knowledge, desire and checkbook. Our Hobby Farm is already deeply entrenched in the red. If we could only find a way to grow something worthwhile with the bird poop, we'd be rich....Regardless, we love the crows of our 3 resident roosters, Sammy, Tyson and Steve Harvey, the chirps of Original, our turkey and the mule sounds (no kidding) that Penny braes. Now, if we could only see some baby eaglets soon, spring would definitely have sprung!
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