Today I walked down the drive to open the gate for someone. First, among the rye I saw hollyhocks! And then on the west side of the drive, I saw a greyish lump and thought something had killed a turkey. No. As I approached she lifted her head and moved off some babies. Hope she is a good mom!
For a few years now Ken has been working with a heritage breed of turkeys. It has been a real challenge. They really are closer to wild and would prefer to roost high in trees and hatch out a clutch in tall grass and get outside the fence and roam. Even with Oscar on duty there have been losses. This year we seem to have a good mom; she is keeping the bunch together …
