I don’t know where I might have been when the turkeys came into our yard for the first time. I must have been picking the girls up from the farm or dropping them off. I remember Roland saying the neighbor from behind us stood on our door step with a net and asked permission to go and recapture her turkeys.
The chickens and pigs had made
their way to our yard in mid-August but we did not see another turkey until
just before Thanksgiving. Jenna named
him Mr. Gobbles. He had made it through
the Thanksgiving holiday but was gone before Christmas. They have since added a couple of turkeys to
their menagerie. A different Mr. Gobbles is currently pacing back and forth on
our side of the hill. He has been there
all day trying to figure out how to return from whence he came.
As I mentioned in an earlier post
Roland will no longer feed or water the chickens. Well, he does use the hose on them whereas
before he would fill up containers, but not anymore. They ruined his cucumbers and nearly spoiled
our tomatoes – but as our cukes were ruined anyway, we took down the fencing
and put it around the tomatoes.
When Randy and Carrie visited,
Jenna took Devan out to feed the chickens.
But we had stopped feeding before they left and taken the rest of the
food up to Roseburg to feed the ducks.
On Tuesday Roland used the hose to chase all the hens up the hill. He and the elders used the remaining chicken
wire to attach to the neighbors fence to hold back the fowl. The neighbor gave Roland and basket of eggs which
he in turn gave to the missionaries after discovering 20 or so eggs that the
hens decided to lay under the tarp that we have over an assortment of odds and
ends that were on the deck.
The chickens don’t need to be in our yard anyway. We are having a back room added to the house and the chickens have a habit of being in the way. Yesterday one of the smaller hens found a way into our yard. Roland said that he saw one of the brown hens as well. Today it was Bruce and Mr. Gobbles. Roland said he squirted both and Bruce finally returned. Mr. Gobbles remains clueless
The progress on our new room has seemingly come to a halt as we wait for an inspector. The base isn’t even finished. I miss being able to hang my towels and swimsuit on the line after I return home from the pool.
