Our turkey poults will be arriving in about a week and a half. In the meantime, the wild turkeys in our area have really been out and about. Nearly every morning, we see them strutting around in the neighboring field (35 acres, behind our fenced pasture), their tail feathers fanned majestically.
This afternoon, for the first time, a couple of big toms flew into our pasture — but then they couldn’t find a way out. One was on the sheep side of the pasture and the other was on the goat side; the two of them strutted confusedly up and down the dividing fence, stopping now and then to press themselves into it, not seeming to understand why they couldn’t go through it and be together. (Even in the wild, it appears that turkeys are pretty dim-witted.)
Anyway, this had been going on for the better part of an hour before ten-year-old Homeschooled Farm Girl happened to look out and notice it. She came running to find me, and announced, “Daddy, there’s a wild turkey on our property! Too bad you can’t hunt it.”
“I know,” I replied, “but it’s not hunting season.”
HFG thought for a moment, and then asked, “Why don’t we chase it into the barn, and then keep it there until turkey season?”
Smart girl. But, as I explained to her, that’s not exactly legal. Or sporting.
And the best way to get delicious turkey is to raise it yourself. Which we will be doing, starting in less than two weeks.