OT/MISC Just in time for Thanksgiving (pics, no thumbs)

Fred

Middle of the road
Back in March or April, we got six turkey poults at the flea market. They're quite personable, those birds, coming out of their yard regularly to see what I'm doing.

This morning, I was cleaning six hens for our T'giving dinner, and one of the turkeys took offense that we were breaking tradition. He came over as if to show me what a REAL Thanksgiving dinner should look like.

It's his first time to present like that, so I'm sharing. :)

(he's still too small to eat, anyway!)
 

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Beautiful! Your pics of the chickens were great, too! I'm jealous. My brain would love to have chickens around the place...don't know if my body can handle having to take care of them or my pocketbook can handle the fines for keeping chickens in town (though I'm pretty sure I can get around them).
 

Dobbin

Faithful Steed
Don't name them. Once you name them, they become a pet.

Turkeys certainly are a freak of nature, ain't they?

Joe
 

summerthyme

Administrator
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Fred... if they're 7 months old, they aren't going to get much bigger before they start getting tougher than hell.

He looks like one of the old fashioned turkey breeds- not a "broad breasted" bronze, which would NOT be "too little" at 6 months old. I butchered two of them at 6 months once which dressed at 42 and 44#!

The heirloom breeds have a lot to recommend them, specifically their ability to breed naturally and raise their own poults, but much like the difference between the Cornish X chickens and the "dual purpose" birds, there is a HUGE difference in rate of growth and eventual size.

Turkeys are neat birds, though - hubby gets a kick out of their ability to mimic sounds, including trying to sound like a cell phone ring! LOL!

Summerthyme
 

ejagno

Veteran Member
FRED, I missed your posts and I'm so glad to see you back. I haven't been around much in the last few weeks but I wasn't sure I was going to be able to make it without your inspiration. You are the heart and soul for those of us who are newbies to homesteading. You've been so great about posting your projects, trials and experiences.

The bird is beautiful. What a spectacular Thanksgiving presentation.
Thank you!

I want to start raising my own chickens so I'm going to be asking you alot of questions so get ready. LOL I can and want fresh eggs and chicken that isn't full of steriods. That being said, raising them is one thing but I'm not quite sure I've wrapped my head around killing them. I've never been one to kill animals of any kind unless they pose a threat to me or my children.
 

Fred

Middle of the road
Thanks, guys. :)

The turkeys are awesome, almost like puppies in some ways. Every afternoon right before I get home from work they come over the fence and up to the driveway to honk at me when I get there. Like Summerthyme said, they make a wide range of sounds and try to mimic things. We've got one that tries to crow like a rooster from time to time.

I'm not looking forward to killing them when it's time. I think I'm going to want to keep a male and two females (if we have them, I'm still unsure of the sex of the other five) so that they can keep making more tasty food for us.

Ejagno - killing birds is hard...at first. Once you've done it a few times your attitude changes. Plus, if you really want some incentive, go read up on how the grocery store chickens are raised. ;)
 

Fred

Middle of the road
I was just sitting here, pecking away on something I'm writing, when the driveway alarm chimed. I could see headlights reflected in the window--it's ugly and rainy here today--and knew it was a vehicle and not one of the cats.

By the time I got onto the side stoop, three Hispanic men had exited the truck and stood in the driveway.

"You guys want some eggs?" I called.

"Eggs. Yes."

"How many?"

The man who spoke considered for a moment, then consulted with one of his friends in Spanish.

"Twelve," he said.

"One pack of twelve?" In all the time we've been selling eggs, never once have I heard a Hispanic person use the word dozen. I wish I knew why. They have a word for it, docen, but don't seem to use it when talking about eggs. Maybe dozen is an Americanism.

"Yes. How much?"

"Two dollars," I said, and held up two fingers, because I'm the helpful sort.

As I went back into the house to get the eggs, I heard the honks, tweets, and trills of the turkeys approaching. Hjonkie, the turkey pictured above and the only one with a name, is like the ring leader of our flock of six. We named him Hjonkie because the main sound he makes is a honk with a 'y' sound in it. The spelling is because we're dorks.

Hjonkie and gang like to jump the five foot fence at least once a day, and patrol the property looking for things to eat. They spend a lot of time under the bird feeders, pecking away at cracked corn and seed that has fallen out.

I thought nothing of the approaching turkeys while I got the eggs off the shelf where we keep them. On my way back through the house, the truck's horn started blatting at regular intervals, like the driver accidentally bumped the panic button on the key fob.

Outside, I discovered all the turkeys in the side yard near the stoop. Hjonkie was over by the truck, in full display as pictured above. All three Hispanic men were in the back of the truck, wide-eyed, fearfully watching Hjonkie strut and preen. I realized the setting off of the truck's alarm had been no accident.

Seeing that made the fact that someone went off the road and smashed our mailbox this morning not so bad.
 

Mr. Dot

Inactive
Heh. Turkeys can be pretty ferocious and territorial to strangers. I have a friend whose wild variety (now feral) turkeys patrol her property with a vengeance. They don't spook me too much but I respect them enough to not turn my back on them and am prepared to kick them into next week if they insist.

Is the mailbox anywhere near where you pulled a vehicle out of the mud a few years back? Thanklessly as I recall.
 

Fred

Middle of the road
Is the mailbox anywhere near where you pulled a vehicle out of the mud a few years back? Thanklessly as I recall.
Yep, very close. Four vehicles have gone off the road there since we moved here. I'm thinking it may be time for a PO box. :)
 
Thanks, guys. :)

The turkeys are awesome, almost like puppies in some ways. Every afternoon right before I get home from work they come over the fence and up to the driveway to honk at me when I get there. Like Summerthyme said, they make a wide range of sounds and try to mimic things. We've got one that tries to crow like a rooster from time to time.

I'm not looking forward to killing them when it's time. I think I'm going to want to keep a male and two females (if we have them, I'm still unsure of the sex of the other five) so that they can keep making more tasty food for us.

Ejagno - killing birds is hard...at first. Once you've done it a few times your attitude changes. Plus, if you really want some incentive, go read up on how the grocery store chickens are raised. ;)



FWIW Fred; If the turkey "STRUTS" (like the one in your photos) It's a MALE. The femals do not engage in this antic..)


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mscoffee

Veteran Member
:rofl:
Wonderful story's you've got Fred, those are some nice looking turkeys.

Sorry to hear about your mailbox.
My mom was having trouble with her mail box till I put one in that was sitting on 6" pvc pipe filled with concrete:D
 
Thanks, guys. :)

The turkeys are awesome, almost like puppies in some ways. Every afternoon right before I get home from work they come over the fence and up to the driveway to honk at me when I get there. Like Summerthyme said, they make a wide range of sounds and try to mimic things. We've got one that tries to crow like a rooster from time to time.

I'm not looking forward to killing them when it's time. I think I'm going to want to keep a male and two females (if we have them, I'm still unsure of the sex of the other five) so that they can keep making more tasty food for us.

Ejagno - killing birds is hard...at first. Once you've done it a few times your attitude changes. Plus, if you really want some incentive, go read up on how the grocery store chickens are raised. ;)



Wait - Fred. Wait untill they have 'turned into pets' THAT's when it becomes HARD to pick which one is for supper...

I use to (when I was a kid) have a turkey I named "Hoppy".

He'd just been hatched when we got him; and I guessed he 'imprinted' with me. The little feller loved bugs - especially 'hoppers' of all kinds. And he loved being near me.

Later that summer, after he'd reached near full sized. I was religated to hunting for and killing tomatoe worms on our tomatoe plants in our garden. And Hoppy followed me every where I went by that time - like my shadow he was.

I started feeding the tomatoe worms to him when I found one; and it wasn't even a week, before Hoppy began patiently to wait for me to make the tomatoe worm in the garden in the evening.

One evening, after I was just a bit tardy in showing up - "ole Hoppy" took it upon himself to make a tomatoe worm run with out me...

And untill the first frost, ole Hoppy made those runs religiously. Heh! He was 'smarter' then most dogs.

It was in late October that I killed the only dog I have ever killed.

I had just gotten home and when I opened the back door to got out side to see how ole Hoppy was fairing. I HEARD Him screaming (if a bird can scream - he was doing it).

I ran around the corner of the house and saw that a large mastiff-like Dog weighing about 75-80 pounds. Had hemmed Hoppy into a corner and was busily killing my "Pal"!

I immeadately wadded in - I could see that Hoppy was hurt badly.

I strangled that Dog to death; but it was already too late for ole Hoppy. The *D*ed dog had ripped his throat out...

So, yuppers! Fred. They can be and are 'good pals'....


TFD

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Straycat

Veteran Member
Outside, I discovered all the turkeys in the side yard near the stoop. Hjonkie was over by the truck, in full display as pictured above. All three Hispanic men were in the back of the truck, wide-eyed, fearfully watching Hjonkie strut and preen. I realized the setting off of the truck's alarm had been no accident.

OMG, that is *hilarious*! Especially when I consider that we have over a hundred wild turkeys in flocks wandering around our area all the time, and all anybody ever does is yell and chase them off when they become pests.

(Although chasing them off can be an exercise in frustration - they're so stupid they run a few steps, then forget why they were running and come back.)
 

Fred

Middle of the road



SEND HELP. AM UNDER ATTACK.


 

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Loon

Inactive
Fred, love the pics and stories that go with them.

How do the turkeys get along with your chickens?
 

Mr. Dot

Inactive
I doubt this message will reach you in time but I've noticed my turkeys most resemble the raptors of J. Park of any of our birds. In the house was a big mistake. But I'm sure you know (knew) that by now. RIP
 

Fred

Middle of the road
How do the turkeys get along with your chickens?
Good, for the most part. There's a little chasing every once in a while, but it never lasts long.


Hjonkie likes to have his head scratched. He stretches it up like a cat, and when I start rubbing his, well, whatever those things are on his head and neck --- folds? flaps? nodules? --- he goes down like he's roosting and will sit there as long as I do it. When I stop, he stares off into space, all dopey, for about 30 seconds, then gets up and comes after me for more. He's a little like a puppy, only dumber.
 

summerthyme

Administrator
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ROTFLMAO!!

We had a gorgeous, BIG Naragansett turkey tom, and two hens. They were about 3 years old, and the tom was a sweetie- all bluff, when protecting his hens, but absolutely not aggressive in any way. Until a moronic milk truck driver started kicking stones at him if he'd get *anywhere* near him. I was PISSED... I had the turkey free ranging because the hens were setting, and a tom in with them tends to... disrupt them, badly. And yes, he was being quite protective of the hens in their pen, so was doing more of his "display how big and dangerous a turkey I am!" stuff... but it was still all bluff.

Until that moron pissed him off. He then proceeded to prove that turkeys aren't quite as dumb as they look and act, and attacked EVERY TRUCK DRIVER who came on the place for the next month (I wasn't sacrificing my hatch because of an idiot, and he still wasn't dangerous... just pissed).

The reward came when a salesman was in the barn, and witnessed the turkey chasing the moron back to his truck... and then "guarding" the truck door, making it impossible for him to get back out to finish unhooking his pipe from the milk bulk tank so he could leave. He had to sneak out of the passenger door, and run like hell to the milk house. Unfortunately for him, the bird saw him, so he was then stuck in the milk house. He tried to sneak around through the other door, but the bird beat him to it.

The story of him running to the truck, shrieking like a little girl as he kicked out backwards at the bird which was chasing him in full display, and crawling into the passenger door to escape, made the rounds of every farm and coffee shop in the county.

I heard later he was greeted at more than one place by farmers and hired help gobbling as he walked through the door (he wasn't especially well liked, to be kind)

Summerthyme
 

Dozdoats

Deceased
whatever those things are on his head and neck --- folds? flaps? nodules?

Gotta learn your turkey parts, Fred :D. The extensible one that gets longer when tom turkeys strut is called a snood.

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http://www.starnewsonline.com/article/20080429/COLUMNISTS/804290341/1097/
Learning the use of a turkey snood
Published: Tuesday, April 29, 2008 at 11:06 a.m.
Last Modified: Tuesday, April 29, 2008 at 11:06 a.m.

On every turkey, there is a fleshy projection on top of the "nose" called the snood. There has been a lot of pondering about the function of the snood over the years by turkey hunters. On gobblers, the snood is long and overlaps the beak, dangling far beneath it. On a hen the snood is not much more than a bump that sticks up just behind the beak.

I've seen turkeys peck at one another's faces in acts of aggression, with the one being pecked turning away. But until I became a witness to a fascinating display during a recent turkey hunt, I always doubted a painting I once saw of a pair of gobblers locked in combat, each with the other locked onto his snood with his beak.

I took a hen turkey during last winter's hunting season and had Vic French, the N.C. Wildlife Resources Commission's Southern Coastal Region Management Biologist, mount her as a decoy. Vic does taxidermy work on the side and turkeys are one of his specialties as a wildlife manager and taxidermist.

He gave the mount a plastic head, which attached to the neck with a sharpened wire and was given a lifelike paint job. The body's underside has a socket for a stake, which is set into the ground. The tail fits into a slot on the rear of the body and the decoy is extremely realistic because it is in fact, a hen turkey's skin and feathers over an expanded foam body.

Cpl. Mike Savoie of the Camp Lejeune Wounded Warrior's Battalion sat with me in a turkey blind overlooking a chufa patch. We had called an hour and a half to a gobbler that stayed aloof back in the woods. But a hen and two jakes came into the chufa field.

One jake had no beard and the other a beard of about 5 inches. The jake with no beard puffed up and spread his wings like a buzzard, with the spot on his chest where his beard should have been less than an inch from the decoy's beak. When she didn't respond, he grabbed her by the snood, pecking it violently and repeatedly, until he snapped the hard plastic protuberance completely off, knocking her head sideways in the process.

The other jake got into the act, assuming a breeding position behind her. He kicked off her tail and pounded it into the ground with his feet as he tried to mate. When the hen would not submit, he flogged her sides and head with the forward part of his wings, knocking her head over until 4 inches of wire were showing.

Even with almost no head and no tail, the hen was apparently still attractive because the larger jake then grabbed her where her handle of a "snood" used to be. This confirmed what I assumed. The snood acts like a ring in a bull's nose. Grab it and it's so sensitive, the rest of the turkey will have to follow.

Mike started raising his shotgun, but I stopped him. I wanted a chance at the big gobbler still sounding off in the woods. The hen was watching the antics of the jakes from a few feet away, probably glad the attention was on the artificial hen.

I used a mouth call to make a sharp pop, which in turkey talk is an alarm call. The jakes backed off, now that they had made the lop-headed hen mad. Then they slowly moved away and into the forest, while I kept my hand on Mike's shotgun barrel to keep it down.

"That's one of the most exciting things I've ever seen," he said. "We should have had it on video. I was afraid they were going to ruin your $250 decoy and was going to shoot that jake to defend it."

That's the U.S Marine Corps' appropriate way of thinking. I suppose I could get Vic to put a new snood on the decoy or make a new one out of epoxy putty.

Then again, perhaps I won't. The mounted turkey hen may already be too realistic for practical hunting use. She may be better off without her snood.
 

Hansa44

Justine Case
Love this thread!!! My mom and dad were given a turkey to raise for Thanksgiving. And of course he became a pet. Whenever he saw them he would start barking like a dog. So they'd let him out of his pen and they'd all go for a long walk. Mom, Dad, their little dog, the big turkey and a big ol', lazy tom cat named Silver.

It was like a parade.

Nope, they did not kill the turkey.:D
 

BoatGuy

Inactive
Not that I'm hungry or anything Fred. But, is there some scientifically based reason that specifically says that I couldn't eat em THIS YEAR? Just curious.... LOL

Speaking of the odd topic, Have you ever hatched pheasant? They're not indigenous to this part of Oklahoma. But, I'm thinking of raising a few (under glass, of course)....
 

Fred

Middle of the road
UPDATE

I am victorious.

(Boatguy: I have never raised pheasant, and after this morning I'm ready to stick with chickens :) )
 

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