Photo shoot, ha, ha
I tried to get some brilliant shots of the little guys, now around three weeks old, but it is impossible. Twitchy little brats! Oh, I love them-here are some turkey-like blurs:
Steve tacked up the cardboard on the walls of the brooder to provide extra draft protection on the recent 20 degree nights. When I went to check on them tonight, however, they were all roosting up on the windowsill like a row of tiny vultures. Ay, kids, what are you going to do? They can get back down under the heat lamps if they want to, I suppose-you know that's where I would be!
I took a few pics of their moms and dads, anyway. This is our most gorgeous hen, Isabella.
With the turkeys, guineas, and geese-the boys usually get along really well, darn reasonable of them.
Of course, if they are ever naughty, I can simply tell them that Sarah Palin is coming to pardon them!
And, this is Bar Code and Spot, not turkeys, but so handsome.