Why won't the blasted things go to bed like chickens? Tonight I have lifted 15 turkeys individually from the field where they sat in the pouring rain and carried them to their shed because I was too late back to herd them in at dusk. Not easy as they get scared of the torch light and move away from it but I need it on because I can't see in the dark. Black birds in a black field in the tipping rain - aargh!
No wonder they have become a favourite Christmas treat. After spending several months pandering to their every whim I am thoroughly sick and tired of them and can't wait to get them slaughtered. I wonder if every turkey keeper feels this way? The only one I feel anything towards is the breeding stag, Ike. He is a gentleman and normally pretty obedient. However I was even cursing him tonight as I staggered across the field under his considerable weight.
Sorry, rant over!
No wonder they have become a favourite Christmas treat. After spending several months pandering to their every whim I am thoroughly sick and tired of them and can't wait to get them slaughtered. I wonder if every turkey keeper feels this way? The only one I feel anything towards is the breeding stag, Ike. He is a gentleman and normally pretty obedient. However I was even cursing him tonight as I staggered across the field under his considerable weight.
Sorry, rant over!
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