{In Which the Resident Poultry Population Helps Me Transplant Seedlings}
I spent the afternoon squatting over trays of seedlings in the greenhouse, transplanting them into larger containers with one hand and shooing the turkeys and chickens away with the other.
The poor, helpless- and unfortunately tender and delicious- seedlings did not escape the scene without a few casualties. As it turns out, chickens and turkeys are relentless and sneaky when there are scrumptious miniature cucumber plants to be had.
And then the whole thing kind of deteriorated into a poultry photo shoot and before I knew it two hours had gone by and I had only transplanted two flats of seedlings. Oops.
I love the second picture from the bottom- so dramatic!
Hehe.
Well, with such handsome fowl all around no WONDER you couldn’t begrudge them a few cucumbers. STUNNERS.
Our baby turkeys arrived yesterday. We’re trying hard to convince a broody hen that they are, in fact, baby chickens and not turkeys at all so stop looking at them like that already. Success TBD. Obviously.
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Teehee! They’ll only be able to MAYBE pass as chickens for a week at most… What kind did you get? Aren’t they so awkward and loveable?? I had no idea I’d fall for them like this…