Not!
I’m a Turkey Wrangler.
I was singing “I’m a rhinestone cowboy,” as I was wrangling,
though, does that count?
As I mentioned in the last blog, I am taking care of
turkeys here on the “farm.” The coyotes
were taking care of them as well—having them for dinner, or killing and leaving
them in the orchard. Two nights ago I solved the situation by wrangling about
100 turkeys into a small secure enclosure and locking them up for the night.
For two days we haven’t lost any turkeys to coyotes, but yesterday morning—one dead
turkey in the enclosure, today two—what is it with turkeys? If something doesn’t
get them, they volunteer to croak anyway.
Now the chickens and quail—they are hardy, and are
thriving. We get about 20 quail eggs a day. The chickens aren’t laying any eggs
yet.
Think of the many Thanksgiving turkeys—wow, those
farmers must really work at it. And turkeys being what they are, I believe if a
coyote comes to the fence they would go and greet their doggie friend outside
the wire—whoops, no head.
I think of the chickens I had in Oregon, Mille Fleur,
Dixie, and Sir Winston. I kept them on clean sweet smelling hay in a little
house with a hinged roof. When I replaced the hay they loved it so much they
rolled in it. Dixie and Sir Winston were Mille’s children, and before we left
Oregon Mille hatched three more baby chicks. What a woman!
Our amazing little Peaches dog, our poodle, is back
from death’s door. Another “What a woman!” She walks on all four legs now,
eats, drinks, and was jubilant to go in the car yesterday. I love my Peaches
dog. For further details go to http://dogblogbypeaches.blogspot.com
For entertainment? Husband and I thought it would be
a movie, but after giving The Seven
Psychopaths the 15 minute test, we walked out—got a rain check, though, so
we’re not giving up on movies. We thought The
Seven Psychopaths might
be funny, but it was totally gross—well, until we left. I can’t say after that.
Being close to Halloween, the pre-views shown now are enough to make many a
stalwart soul run for the waste basket. We did see one interesting pre-view of
the upcoming movie Hitchcock. In it I learned a fun fact: It was Alfred Hitchcock’s
wife who read the script Psycho, and said,
“Don’t kill your heroine in the middle of the film, kill her in the first two
minutes.” And daughter told me it was the wife, too, who told Hitchcock to focus
on the eye. The wife is played by Helen Mirren, a powerful actress to play a
powerful woman. What a woman!
Right now, I’m not into anything that I can avoid that puts
terrible pictures in my head. I need my head for other uplifting things.
Thank you to my readers. I love you.
