Turkeys -More Problems With Predators
If you have kept up with Our Flock you know we have had an adventure in raising turkeys. Little did we know this adventure would come to an abrupt halt.
This is one of the worst mornings I think I have ever had. The neighbors dog was barking about 2 this morning. I had woke Husband up the night before for a false alarm. I didn’t want to wake him up a second night in a row for yet, another false alarm. I went out on the porch a little with the flash light and shone it around but I didn’t see or hear anything, so I went back to bed. The rest of my sleep was filled with nightmares and restlessness, and I woke up feeling exhausted.
When I went out to feed this morning one of our beautiful turkeys was laying dead in the pen and the other was torn to bits about our yard. When I saw them a deep sinking feeling seeped into the pit of my stomach. It felt like the wind had been slowly been taken out of me. I slowly turned around, feed bucket in hand, and walked back up to the house. I only made it half way before the tears started to fall. I opened the door to tell my Husband that the turkeys were dead, tears running down my face. All he could do is try to console me with hugs and soft kisses on top of my head.
We cleaned up as much of the mess as we could, then we went in and got ready for work. My work day was filled with anxiety, guilt and fear. I really didn’t think anything could get into our goat pen. I felt very sure the turkeys would be safe. I was so wrong and it cost them their lives.
From what we can tell a group of coyotes jumped our fence and dug under the goat pen fencing. They pulled little Garland through and feasted on him. Sumner only had slight damage I don’t think they could pull him under the fence because he was much larger?
I have had this continual sick feeling in my gut. I miss our little turkeys so much. Turkeys are the worlds greatest greeters with their lines of sweet noises. I loved when I would make noises back at them, not realizing it was me making the noises, they would look around for another turkey. Although these bird were headed for slaughter we had raised them with love and care. It was more than more than feed, money and time that went into our birds it was also care and compassion. We would have still butchered them but they would have died in a calm peaceful way. I regret that they didn’t die humanly but at the jaws of a predator and in fear.
We have some work ahead of us to get Feta’s pen more predator proof before she comes home from the breeders, but we have a plan of action.
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