We knew it was nearly time...just where on the priority list, TOP priority, REAL priority, just plain PRIORITY or sort of important. On Saturday evening we suddenly made it SUPER priority. Greg wished he didn't take me up the hill past the turkey brooder pen, I saw his face... "OH DEAR" (or words not very similar and much more colorful (colourful for us Brits in case you think I can't spell, smile). There they were, our precious Thanksgiving/ Christmas Turkeys perched like a line of expectant vultures, eyes glowing in the truck headlights on TOP of their pen fence ...not good, not good at all. One word about Thanksgiving or Christmas and they could have packed their wattles and left home. Clearly our project for Saturday was set (whether we liked it or not !) Greg, confident as ever (and me quite the opposite...as always) set out the game (not exactly the word I would use) plan and off we went to gather up and rehome your holiday dinner. Turkeys are not the brightest birds God ever created, they most certainly aren't the most attractive but they are beautiful in an ugly sort of way and getting up close and personal to a big tom turkey is a bit (a lot) intimidating. Turkey poo isn't too good either and there is a lot of poo generated by those eating machines. Bran was beside himself...a turkey chase,...hopefully not!. We did good, trying to avoid bottoms up sliding on do do we managed to get nearly 60 indignant birds into the trailer and once in, we had to catch them again to get them into their new pen. STUPID !! So there they are, strutting and posing in their new "pad" hopefully protected from the varmits and we are feeling like we had a real good work out....feels like another trip to Dave the chiropractor !!! Time to go, take care, M
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