Wrangling Turkeys

The turkeys were locked into the hut in preparation for processing.  I underestimated how hard it would be to crate them.  I discovered how strong their wings are when one hit me across the face.   Ow.  Trying to corner them was quite the exercise with the roosting bars in the way.  Let’s just say they didn’t want to be caught.   35 degrees out, my barn coat was open and I was sweating.  I’m sure I looked like a bad version of a grandmotherly  Miley Cyrus twerking each time I ducked under the wood to try to catch one of the terrors turkeys.

After 20 minutes or so, we successfully crated them.  They are at the processor now.


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