
10/09/09, 01:44 PM
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Every night.
So, I have a new flock of birds.
Well, two flocks actually. In one tractor are all of the Midget White turkeys. In the other one are the Delawares and Black Jersey Giant chickens. They, along with the roosters now off in the Bachelor Pad, were all part of the same order from Sandhill, brooded together, and shared the same tractor until space got tight.
When the fifth tractor was ready I divvied them up by species - turkeys in one, chickens in the other - and didn't let anyone out for over a month until I was confident they were too big to be hawk bait and they had reprogrammed their little birdy brains as to where 'home' was..
So every night when it comes time to go to roost and close up I have to gather up the chickens out of the turkey tractor to put them back into their own. Then I have to herd all of the turkeys into their tractor. They all know they are going into the tractor, I know they are going into the tractor, but we have to play the game first. Shoo them around and around the outside of their tractor, the chicken's tractor, or likely both, until one by one they're all inside. And if I wasn't too slow getting the last one in none of the ones already inside will come out to join the game again. Every. Single. Night.
Now most of the chickens have given it up and will go back to their tractor right off leaving only a couple of die hards to get it wrong. But not those turkeys. Every night it's "come chase us!"
Those turkeys have grown on me. I like listening to them. But they are taking a loonngg time to figure out going in for the night. I had decided the two toms with the black feathers were going to be the ones getting dinner invites, but now I think I may do it on the basis of who is the last to go in!
.....Alan.
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