The Saga of the Littlest Turkey

Hello! The Littlest Turkey here. Mother said I should come and tell you my story, since I’ve not had a chance to chat with you lovely people before.

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It all started a really long time ago, a whole week and a half, when I was just a wee baby Bourbon Red. Mother came to the Amish community where I was born and decided to adopt me and one of my siblings, as well as two of our friends, the Royal Palms. I was scared because I didn’t know Mother yet, but I was also excited: all the Big Turkeys talked about the great adventure that awaited little turkeys when they went to their new homes.

Mother brought us to our new home and introduced us to our bunk-mates, 5 little chickies, and to our new home, which was a lovely pen in the yard. I was so excited to investigate and nibble some grass (for the very first time!) and get to know everyone. At first, the little chickies kept to themselves, unsure if we were going to be friends or not. The first night was a little scary. All us turkeys huddled together and tried to be brave.

Over the next few days, we got to know the little chickies and started having a lot of fun, chasing each other around the pen and playing King of the Waterer. We started to get to know Mother, too, but she was still a bit scary because she was SO BIG- a little turkey, especially the Littlest, is a whole lot smaller than a big person. But she brought us our breakfast every morning and even some treats, so we knew she had to be a good mother.

The one thing that was still really scary was when Mother moved the pen so that we could get fresh grass. We just didn’t know what to do when that pen started moving! Many many days ago, way back last Saturday, Mother was moving the pen as usual. I tried to stay out of the way of the boards but my sibling ran next to me and I got confused.

All of a sudden, my foot was caught under the board! I panicked and tried to pull it loose, but I couldn’t. Something was hurting me! I cried out in alarm and pain and here came Mother to my rescue. She lifted the board off my foot and I made a run for it to the far end of the pen. My foot really hurt and there was all this red stuff coming out of it. Mother climbed in the pen (not an easy task for a big person) and scooped me up. I was afraid and hurting and I just didn’t know what to do.

Mother took me in the Big House and talked to me softly, explaining that she needed to clean my wound and put a bandage on it. I had no idea what a bandage was, but she was so gentle with me and so calming that I decided I would trust her. She rinsed the blood off my foot and then we could see that a whole bunch of skin had been ripped off! I didn’t know if Mother could fix me, but I sure hoped she could.

After cleaning the wound really well and putting some medicine on it, Mother wrapped my foot in a bandage (which wasn’t all that scary after all) and made me a little home in what she called the bathtub. I wasn’t sure if I liked being in the Big House all by myself- I was used to always having my siblings and friends around to keep my company and keep me warm.

Mother came in often to check on me and to clean my foot. She talked to me and snuggled me, and I started to realize that she was a really good mother- I was happy that she had picked me to adopt. But it was lonely in the bathtub all by myself and sometimes I couldn’t help crying a little bit. Mother would come and sit with me when she heard me cry, but she has a lot of other babies to look after so she couldn’t be there all the time. She brought me a fuzzy puppy to cuddle with. He was rather boring, since he never moved or peeped or anything, but he was good to cuddle with, so that was alright.

Mother would also bring me to cuddle in her lap when she watched tv. It was nice to sit with her- she would rub my back and wrap me up in a warm towel and I would nap, happy to be with Mother. I was always sad when it was time for bed and I had to go back to my boring puppy.

This morning, Mother checked my foot again and said that it was healing really well. I agreed, since it had mostly stopped hurting and I was hardly limping at all. So Mother said it was time to go back to the pen with my sibling and my friends. I was excited to see them all again, but a little nervous about the pen and sad about not getting to spend so much time cuddling with Mother.

After Mother put the last little bit of medicine on my foot, she snuggled me close and took me back outside to the pen. She gave me a little kiss and then set me down. All my bunk-mates came running over to see me. I was so happy to see them again! They asked lots of questions about Mother and the Big House and said that they’d been really worried that I wouldn’t ever come back- I had been gone a really long time.

I set out to investigate the pen and make sure everything was safe. I played a bit of tag with my friends, but I still was limping a bit and couldn’t really keep up. It didn’t matter, though, since they were much better company than the boring puppy. I hoped Mother would come and spend some time with me still.

After a while of settling back in, it started to rain. It wasn’t bad at first, and I wiggled my way into the pile of chickies and turkeys to stay warm and dry under the pen cover. But then it started to rain REALLY hard! Water was coming in the sides of the pen from every direction. There wasn’t anyplace to go to stay away from it! I wanted to be back in the Big House with Mother, safe and dry.

Just then, here she came, Mother to the rescue! She brought the big red cover and threw it over our pen. It was a lot darker in there with the cover on, but the water couldn’t get to us anymore. We all snuggled up together to get dry and I regaled the others with stories of Mother’s bravery against the rain and her talent for cuddling.

Needless to say, they are all jealous of the time I spent in the Big House now. I hope I never get hurt again, but I wouldn’t mind having Mother all to myself for a little while longer!

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Another round of introductions

Mother has been very busy. She loves us chickies so much that she wanted to bring a lot more home to enjoy. We thought it was a good idea, so we gave her the green light.

But sometimes Mother gets a little carried away. Three weeks ago there were just 16 of us chickens. 16 was a good number.

Then Mother adopted the 2 Splash Wyandottes and the 2 Tufted Roman geese. 20 was a good number.

The next day, Gretel hatched 5 chicks. 25 was still an ok number.

Last night, Lilli’s chicks started hatching. So far 5 of them have entered the world. 30 was a pretty big number.

Today, Mother went to the Amish community in Delano, TN, where they had birds that needed homes. So she adopted 3 Araucana girls and, because she couldn’t help herself, 2 Royal Palm turkey babies and 2 Bourbon Red turkey babies. 37 was starting to be a little scary.

On her way home from the Amish community, Mother stopped off to chat with a BYC member. She also had chickens that needed a new home, so Mother adopted a pair of Wheaten Marans, a boy and a girl. 39 seemed like insanity.

And then Mother remembered that there were 4 little eggs left to possibly hatch………….

Mother is taking a “personal moment” while she figures out what to do next. She looks a bit flustered. But also really, really happy to have all these birdies to love on!

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Movin On Up (or out, rather)

Mother has been working very hard the past 2 days to build a new home for me and my chickies. I was very much looking forward to getting outside after being cooped up being motherly for the past 6 weeks. We think she did a very nice job!

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When Mother took us outside to set us up in our new home, she got a nasty surprise from the geese. I knew they had been hanging out next to the basement door watching us inside, but if I’d know what they were up to I would have given them a piece of my mind!

2 acres of yard and THIS is where they want to poop?!?!

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Swimming Lessons

Ricky and Lucy Goose here, for our first official report from the farm! We’re really enjoying ourselves and settling in very nicely. We’re very fond of the Librarian and the Helper Librarians, but the jury is still out on some of the other residents: namely, Gus, Daisy, Molly, Doc, Ollie, Tommy, and Penny (otherwise known as “those dogs and cats,” respectively). We do, however, miss dear Mrs Karen and her Mr Gary and would like to say “HELLO FRIENDS!”

For the past few days, we’ve had the run of the yard, going wherever we like and eating all the yummy clover. It’s been very exciting. As we said, we’ve not decided how we feel about those dogs and cats, but they leave us alone for the most part (except for Tommy, who wants to play all the time) and a quick snap on the tush is usually enough to get rid of intruders.

Today, however, the Librarian told us she had a big surprise: we were going to have swimming lessons! She was excited and we didn’t have the heart to explain that geese don’t need swimming lessons, so we just went along with it. Off we went on our grand swimming adventure.

"You want us to GET in THERE?"

We decided, for the Librarian’s sake, that we’d give it a try.

Before high-tailing it back to the house.

The Librarian said she hadn’t realized that it was so muddy down there. The silly horses have created a disgusting quagmire and we weren’t about to get filthy wallowing around in there like swine! Just the little bit we did get in required a lot of scrubbing. (Please excuse all the loose feathers- we’re going through a bit of a molt.)

The Librarian didn’t get off so easy.

A trip to the spa or just another day on the farm?

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Mother really, seriously, completely outdid herself today. She came to let us out and give us breakfast as usual and then she brought out a box. We weren’t really sure about this box thing. We like bags, because she brings treats in bags, but boxes could hold anything. We all stood very still to see what it could be.

Mother opened the top, put her hand inside, and pulled something out. And then she threw it at us! We panicked for a moment and then we smelled it… HAM! Our very, very favorite snack. We all made a dash for the pieces she had thrown out and many little games of tug-of-war began.We were so very happy.

And then Mother put her hand inside the box again. And out came… half of a honey baked ham!!!! Mother called us all over and told us that one of the people who buys our egg presents from us loved them so much that she brought us this very special present. To show our appreciation, we should eat it all up and make the most yummy egg presents from it.

We did Mother proud. When she came back tonight to put us to bed, all that was left were the bones. And tonight, we are all thinking happy, yummy egg thoughts!

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Lots of new friends have arrived here at the farm and we’d like to introduce them.

First and foremost, all us birds would like to wish Gretel a very Happy Mother’s Day and congratulate her on the hatching of her very first chicks! So far, 6 of the 7 have entered the world! We’re all very excited about them.

Next, we’d like to introduce our adopted sisters, two beautiful little splash Wyandottes that Mother brought home yesterday. They are about 2 1/2 months old and settling in nicely with Madeline. In a month or so they will have earned their spot in the Coop Library!

Last, but not least, are Ricky and Lucy Goose, the Tufted Roman geese that Mother brought home as a Mother’s Day gift for her Mother. We’re not exactly sure how we feel about these two, because, to be honest, they are a bit intimidating- they are HUGE (compared to us at least)! But we welcome them to the farm just the same, so long as they don’t take too much of Mother’s attention away from us.

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What’s In A Name?

As you all have probably realized, Mother has been having the hardest time figuring out the right name for me, the rooster-still-known-as Amelia. Nothing seemed to fit. The only literary redhead that she could find that was sufficiently interesting was Ronald Weasley, but she knew that naming a chicken Ronald would forever mark her as one of those grown-up Harry Potter-loving weirdos (of which she’s happy to be, she just doesn’t want everyone to have THAT much proof).

Our good friend Jim has been on the case. He suggested Marco, but we had to explain that a footballer, no matter how talented, just wouldn’t cut it. He then suggested Stan, and while we were extremely impressed that he’d dug up the creator of the Amelia typeface (and a typeface IS sufficiently literary), Stan just didn’t sit right. Going in another direction, he suggested Billy Lee as a nod to the fact that I started life as a girl (well, you know, not actually, but in Mother’s eyes anyway). We seriously had to give it to him for his creativity and his dedication to the quest.

But none of the names was the right one.

Introducing Percy, the Scarlet Pimpernel

And then he found the perfect solution. We believe it was on accident, but we can’t be sure that Jim isn’t just a genius. He made a somewhat passing comment that our recent escape attempt could have been the doings of a Scarlet Pimpernel in the neighborhood. Well, that just set Mother’s brain to ticking. Scarlet is a red. And the Scarlet Pimpernel hid his identity, much like I hid the fact that I was a rooster (and a master planner of escapes). But most importantly, The Scarlet Pimpernel is LITERARY!!!!! Let the confetti fly! Jim has saved the day!

The Scarlet Pimpernel is a bit of a mouthful, so Mother will call me Percy. I am quite satisfied with the outcome. I always knew I was a dashing secret hero…

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